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letra de field nigga boogie - paris

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take it back to the days when we raised us up
‘fore coward–ss rap made the game corrupt
p-dog in the cut back to bring the pain
puttin’ wood on they -ss can’t stand the rain
and bring heat over beats, and scratch the itch
in a no spin-zone f-ck a scanadalous b-tch
it’s the return of the bush killa back to bust
just us for the justice, in god we trust
i rush truth to the youth – and shine the light
take the red pill, open up ya eyes to life
in this land of these crack fiends sheep and moles
see us overthrow the hold of this devil control
and roll deep – (keep it underground for the streets)
i’m the last cell – (hit em outta bounds, retreat)
we like ants in this war dance, if one falls
ten more’s in his place to advance the cause, it’s all

raw sh-t
h-ll yeah
it’s the raw sh-t
h-ll yeah
do you want the raw sh-t?
h-ll yeah
everybody sayin’
that’s the bomb -(what?) that’s the bomb
gotta have the raw sh-t
h-ll yeah
comin’ with the raw sh-t
h-ll yeah
do you need the raw sh-t?
h-ll yeah
everybody sayin’
that’s the bomb -(come on) that’s the bomb

i bust a shot and these pigs all dash like renta cops
these punk -ss devils’ll never stop
f-ck ’em all, i draw, they fall
b-tch, i was raw, ballin’ back in the days of yes y’alls?
gotta make a fuss, n-gg- bust an’ ride
see it in my eyes, speak truth or die
amerikkka’s the motherf-ckin’ beast and i’m
still the same, n-gg- sn-tchin’ sheets for mine
back on the map, and we fade to black
f-ck rap, see us pickin’ off pigs with straps
and bust on they compound, take control
of the precinct, leave ’em all stank an’ cold
it’s no justice no motherf-ckin’ peace, say it
no justice no motherf-ckin’ peace, believe
long as n-gg-s gettin’ beat by these pigs we shoot
outta coupes – f-ck peace and the boys in blue, we do the

to protect and to serve is a myth to us
they protect they sh-t and serve sticks to us
f-ck a waterhose n-gg-, those days is thru
all a pig’s gotta do nowadays is shoot
but who police the police when they
beat brothers to the ground like – everyday
what i’m sayin’, what if n-gg-s start shootin’ ’em back?
spit caps outta gats ’till the beast collapse?
with an eye for an eye, ain’t no time to play
with an eye for an eye – it’s the amerikkkan way
do it big see the jig split wigs of foes
bust shots at these pigs – n-gg- dig the flow and
hear us all say power to the people? combined
hold court in the streets ’till these pigs comply
n-gg-s got no choice but to ride or die
put this beast on it’s back – genocide’s the plight, we bring the

unless ya wanna live on your knees, throw down (4x)

- paris

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