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Lyrics
[Sample] Who gon' take the weight for all the shit in the trunk of that car? [Verse: billy woods] No justice, no peace People filled the streets Many a fine speech When that die down, still you and the police Murder-by-numbers, one, two, three Better have you a piece Better have you a college degree Better move where there don't be sweeps Never gon' be what you want it to be It is what it is Brutus slid the shiv 'tween Julius' ribs Two types of people in the world, kid Those with loaded guns and those who dig Rhetorical question: Can I Live? Found the place of your final resting, danced a jig Fiddle under my chin Pirouette spin in a pair of Timbs Heard 'em on the stairs, pulled the pin Either which way they comin' in Might as well go for the win We all got it coming Smoothed her skirt, made sure her shirt's buttoned We said nothing, what would you say? Never told her husband, just sautéed the onions A Good Man is Hard to Find Fruit of the poison vine Gin and tonic with the lime rind, kept that balance Another bottle of wine, accept that challenge Use untruths to fill that silence Kids in they rooms listenin' to nullified nihilists spill stylish ultraviolence Credit to his race who gives credit to his stylist Boss said "Any questions?" I said "Where's Wallace?" ("Where the fuck is Wallace?") "Huh? String, where the fuck is Wallace?" ("Huh? String. String. Look at me. Look at me! Where the fuck is Wallace? Huh?! I don't want this Payless wearing motherfucker representing me. I'ma get my own man. Alright? So just get back in your car and get the fuck back down south." "Alright you stupid motherfucker. You made your decision.")
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Credits
- Writers
- billy woods
- Messiah Musik
- L’wren