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big og - aboriginal syndicates [prod. pete rock, m&m. kepson j] lyrics

uh huh uh uh
make sure my mic sound right

verse 1

d-mn
it was a beautiful day
sun was radiating, the usual ray
melodies coming from a church, filled with musical plays
youths gamble by the side playing lucifer’s games
defeat to an african is very stupid to say
an african man is surely bound to show a rooky his place (d-mn)
as the time p-ss slowly
climb up to the hills a bunch of boys smoking low-key
u can get a p-ss, but don’t act phoney
they don’t wanna see u talking to the police
or them n-ggahs get to clapping guns like its a ceremony
see there’s a reason i’m black
i never leave the house without my toolly fully strap
n-ggas burst on me, iswr i’m bursting back
i will die before hanging a leg and it’s a fact
i gang gang gang boy, we don’t take it likely
see a n-ggah acting hard and i don’t like him
cause e dun tay when this n-gga dun dey price me
i hit my squad, we pulling up like isis
step on the scene, i’m flashing my seven
was aiming for his gold chains,i made him count to eleven
told him “hand me your phone with them stupid gl-sses
don’t you dear hesitate or my gun start blasting
i’ve been waiting for this time, amma about that action
don’t you try make an echo, in front of the captain?”
yeah
i had his fears confirmed
you should see the look on his face, he was scared to death
i was on my beast mode wasn’t loosing a sweat
and within my gang members wasn’t loosing respect
and it goes bang, shot the n-ggah on his head
left him in a pool while jacket turn red
my n-ggahs result to wilding
i’m looking away cause the devil is smiling
it is what is, the game is all about surviving
couple hours later you’ll be hearing sounds of sirens
product of my environment, i grew around violence
so what’s up with the arms
reloaded my pistol and tulk it back in my pants
being male doesn’t necessarily make u a man
u act tough, and i’m bound to hit u there where u stand
it’s gang violence

hook x2
i’m a hunter if i hit my game
somebody is getting k!lled that day
i brought the hammer with the clips and blade
somebody is getting st-tched on the face

verse 2
d-mn
a southern boy, who had dreams of playing ball
and all, having a good life, stucked in a brawl
now it’s street raiding and gun fight, something’s involved
his conscience try to ring, his rejecting the call
operations coming steady nothing popping at all
there’s no love, no mercy, the game is not friendly
you fell into a trap, the system is all deadly
faking u alright, k!lling would make u happy
but deep inside, the pain is what is happening
r.i.p santana finnest
f-ck ur bandanas we don’t see no colours on set
i’m rocking extra large shirts, ontop bullet proof vest
this my city lil boy hope u coming correct
like ninjas in the block, how i move with my set
lights out, with a dagger i put a hole in your chest
ur gold chain with the skull no dey send any threats
you in my zone, n-ggah i could burst in sec’
and ain’t proud of what i’m doing
get it how you live, don’t get caught up in the movement
hope my story gets told about my wrongs
finger out the bentley in the air toasting guns
sometimes i get to question my existence
story of another boy damaged by the system
the government is all part of the mission
they don’t consider youths when they envision a vision
and very few men will decide
either k!ll or be k!lled, son i’m ready to die
won’t be caught off guard, always heavy with nines
a rebel on time, always committing plenty of crimes
if there’s an issue, with the pistol, we solve em
cool fat dude, i echo before i dropped him
approach you nicely, don’t try to ignore me
the handgun is silent, don’t make me involve him
deep in my heart is real ugly
keep on the jiration and the town gets bl–dy
the pressure around, i couldn’t resist
i’m hoping god hears a boy and forgive him his sins
forgive his ignorance, it’s probably too late now
hoping these youngs don’t get caught in the same round
listen up, u gifted and you black
don’t try join the system, cus the system is a trap
lost ones

hook x2
i’m a hunter if i hit my game
somebody is getting k!lled that day
i brought the hammer with the clips and blade
somebody is getting st-tched on the face

outro

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