Black Boys

Ooh-yeah, yeah, Blacko, uh Ooh-yeah, dada-da, da Ayy All my niggas tri mu ye sum (ye sum) Don't you mess around with the crew (the crew) Swear to God, this time aye hu ('ye hu) So, we strapped all night in the sum (the sum) Clearin' everyone who don't want (don't want) Me to live my life, fuckin' fools (foo'-fools) Rest in peace too all of them dudes (them dudes) Talk is cheap, that's all you dey do (dey do) Meet The Trapper of the year (The Trapper) Meet the man who's always been (ooh-yeah) Sad and ballin' everyday (tah) Ask about me, ask about me ('bout me) Gave up many times on my way (yeah, my way) Had no one to come get me lit (get me lit) Too many times I said, "back again" (again) They was very tired of me (of me) You know sad boys don't fold (don't fold) So, jigga man never fold (don't fold) I kept my heart cold (don't fold) And, I went through this all (don't fold) You know sad boys don't fold (don't fold, ooh-yeah) So, jigga man never fold (don't fold, ooh-yeah) I kept my heart cold (don't fold, ooh-yeah) And, I fought like a man, bro (ooh) Sendin' love to my Rastas (love to my) We'll be great nti moda a monda (da-mon oh) Sendin' love to my Rastas (love to my) We'll be great nti moda a monda (da-mon oh) Sendin' love to my Rastas (love to my) We'll be great nti moda a monda (da-mon oh) Sendin' love to my Rastas (love to my) We'll be great nti moda a monda Can't you see I don't move like you (like you) Big Sherif, when I talk, I do (I do) Took my L's with my chest out true (out true) Pampanaa, I don't watch, I shoot (I shoot) Mr. Man, whatchu you really wanna do? (I do) Tell me now, if you're done with the school (I'll do) That's my mum anytime on the phone (Momsy) She don't like the path that I'm on (mm-toh) But, I understand (I under', I under', I under') 'Cause nobody know the shit that I'm on (I under', I under') Oh-oh, oh, I understand (I under', I under', I under') 'Cause nobody know the shit that I'm on (I under', I under') Oh, that I'm on (I under') Sendin' love to my Rastas (Rastas) We'll be great nti moda a monda (da, da) Sendin' love to my Rastas (love to my) We'll be great nti moda a monda (da, da) Sendin' love to my Rastas (love to my) We'll be great nti moda a monda (da, da) Sendin' love to my Rastas (love to my) We'll be great nti moda a monda (da, da, da, da-da) Yeah, yeah You know sad boys don't fold (ooh-yeah) So, jigga man never fold (ooh-yeah) I kept my heart cold (ooh-yeah) And, I fought like a man, bro (fought like a man, bro) Mbaa (Mbaa)

White is white What's black ain't clover Together we'll be When the war is over Black skin blue eyed boys Ain't gonna fight no war Cool is school But the teachers beat yer When they see They can't reach yer Black skin blue eyed boys Ain't gonna fight no wars They ain't got no country They ain't got no creed People won't be black or white The world will be half-breed The world will be half-breed The world will be half-breed Black skin blue eyed boys Ain't gonna fight no wars They ain't got no country They ain't got no creed People won't be black or white The world will be half-breed The world will be half-breed The world will be half-breed Black skin blue eyed boys Ain't gonna fight no wars It's a brand new day With brand new people One big world Just one people Black skin blue eyed boys Ain't gonna fight no war Black skin blue eyed boys Ain't gonna fight no war

Margaret Thatcher on TV Shocked by the deaths that took place in Beijing It seems strange that she should be offended The same orders are given by her I've said this before now You said I was childish and you'll say it now "Remember what I told you If they hated me they will hate you" England's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses It's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving I don't want him to be aware that there's any such thing as grieving Young mother down at Smithfield 5 a.m., looking for food for her kids In her arms she holds three cold babies And the first word that they learned was "please" These are dangerous days To say what you feel is to dig your own grave "Remember what I told you If you were of the world they would love you" England's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses It's the home of police who kill blacks boys on mopeds And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving I don't want him to be aware that there's any such thing as grieving

All I need is one mic all I need is one stove Homie got a nice flow but Gucci got that white coke You ain't gettin the right dope, you knockin' on the wrong door Last nigga tried me let's just call 'em john doe And since you short a dime homie then park me a old school I fronted you, you ran off that's not what you're supposed to do I'm gettin' my tip fade cut pour the Chris and flat show Wish a nigga would run up on me like I'm bristol Gucci Mane's a live watt Try me like I'm yung berg and I'm a make yo' eyes cry Gucci like to drank and Gucci like to smoke And Gucci on a rise while ya'll niggas goin' broke Gucci, Gucci Mane's a g, tell me somethin' I don't know I got court in early mornin' I don't really wanna go I do this for the people 'cause I'm my brothers keeper I don't fear you cause I'm parrapalegic, where's my parralegal See that house right there, yeah, make a lotta money Who's that knockin' at the door Probably a couple junkies That coop over there, yeah, cost a couple hundreds See my neighborhood is buckin' tell my blood to keep it comin' Dope boys, dope boys with the dope boys Dope boys, dope boys with the dope boys What you wanna get homie hurry up and buy it Dope boys gone buy you gone get yo self supply I'm in my M6 beemer This is no 645 Like a pigeon in the sky, I just shitted on your ride So much weight off in my house, you would think it was a gym Plus my nikes match my necklace and my necklace match my rims I got court in early mornin' I don't really wanna go Say I violated probation just because I blew my nose Blew 300 on my rolce 200 more on the lamb Million dollars on the crib Car note, don't know what that is Gucci, you don't know who that is Mama that's just Gucci Mane that my boy that's my partna' I'm Gucci Mane biggest fan Plus she don't know what that is I'm with that I don't give a damn If you think I give a fuck you must do not know who I am, Gucci See that house right there, yeah, make a lotta money Who's that knockin' at the door Probably a couple junkies That coop over there, yeah, cost a couple hundreds See my neighborhood is buckin', tell my blood to keep it comin' Dope boys, dope boys with the dope boys Dope boys, dope boys with the dope boys What you wanna get homie hurry up and buy it Dope boys gone buy you gone get yo self supply Mirror, mirror, mirror Who's the realest in the game Why you ask that stupid question Boy you know that's Gucci Mane East atlanta 6 You know how we roll I just bought another chevy got it right back out the bowl Tall stacks up in my closet, I can't even see my clothes And my belly get so big, I can hardly see my toes Got a car in my garage, I have never ever drove It's a door black on black phantom, I call that bitch dorrough If she going to the ladies room, I guess I'll let her know I got powder in my living room, so she don't have to stroll A year ago today, I was sitting in my cell Where you see yourself in 5 years A so icey billionare Gucci See that house right there, yeah, make a lotta money Who's that knockin' at the door Probably a couple junkies That coop over there, yeah, cost a couple hundreds See my neighborhood is buckin', tell my blood to keep it comin' Dope boys, dope boys with the dope boys Dope boys, dope boys with the dope boys What you wanna get homie hurry up and buy it Dope boys gone buy you gone get yo self supply