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dj forgotten - riot (remix) lyrics

[intro]
dj forgotten
luke white on the beat

[xxxtentacion]
you ever seen a n-gga hung with a gold chain?
i’d rather sing about the same things that we claim
such is bashful, but n-ggas like the task force
mobbin’ on the streets and robbin’ stores in ski masks, bruh
n-ggas ask for peace in a riot and bring violence
’cause it’s a game of cat and mouse and you gon’ bleed silent
what’s the justice in sayin’ f-ck it and grab the pump?
then k!ll a woman with many children makes you a chump
look at all the stores you wreckin’, n-gga i reckon
think about the people who own it for about a second
i know you got your problems, but brother, they got theirs
this is not a game, quit violence and grow a pair
but yo, you’d rather hear me say, “f-ck black prejudice!”
“let’s murder different races, grow hatred, and form irrelevant!”
views and etcetera, knives thrown
damage ’em, lives blown, oblivion hole cold, oblivious
i won’t dare say that you should stop the f-ckin’ ignorance
murder ops, k!llin’ sh-t, i’d enjoy the thrill of it
bath in blood of officers, different corpses, offin’ ’em
auction ’em, don’t you bark at ’em
murder ’em, never heard of ’em

[notorious b.i.g]
biggie!
now i’m thirteen, smoking blunts making cream
on the drug scene, f-ck a football team:
risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
hearing the coach scream ain’t my lifetime dream!
i mean, i wanna blow up, stack my dough up
so school, i didn’t show up, it f-cked my flow up
mom said that i should grow up, and check myself
before i wreck myself, disrespect myself
put the drugs on the shelf, nah, couldn’t see it
scarface, king of new york, i wanna be it
rap was secondary, money was necessary
until i got incarcerated–kinda scary
c74-mark 8 set me straight
not able to move behind a great steel gate
time to contemplate, d-mn, where did i fail?
all the money i stacked, was all the money for bail

[diana king]
me holla respect, to all the gun men dem
gun men alone, keep gun men friend
fire bun, fi all the informer dem
informer lone keep informer friend

[2pac]
that’s right, bwoy, it’s goin’ on, right here
thug life, god bless the dead

god bless the dead and buried, n-gga, don’t worry
if you see god first, tell him sh-t got worse
i ain’t mad, i know you representin’ the crew
and i can picture you in heaven with a blunt and a brew
f-ck the world, pain was a part of the game
if you a baller, money went as quick as it came
my role models gone or they locked in the pen
straight hustlers caught up in the whirlwind
the other day i thought i seen my homeboy biggy
sayin’ sh-t don’t stop, n-gga, no pity
we all hoods and all we ever had was dreams
money makin’ motherf-ckers plot scandalous schemes
in the gutter you learn to have a criminal mind
i was addicted to tryin’, never meant to do time
my epitaph will read “was the last of g’s”
kicked the sh-t to make the white man bleed
god bless the dead

[outro]
god bless the dead

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