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luke white – riot (remix) lyrics

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[intro}
luke white on the beat

[verse 1: xxxtentacion]
have you ever seen a n-gga hung with a gold chain?
i’d rather sing about the same thing that we claim
such is bashful, but n-gga like a task force
mobbin’ on he streets and robbin’ stores in ski mask, bruh
n-ggas ask for peace in a riot and bring violence
’cause it’s a game of cat and mouse you gon’ bleed silent
what’s the justice in sayin f-ck it and grab a pump
then k!ll a women with many children make you a chump
look at stores you wreckin’, n-gga i reckon
think about the people who own it 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, form irrelevant!”
views and etcetra, knives thrown
damage ’em lives blown,oblivion hole cold, oblivious
i won’t dare say that you should stop the f-ckin’ ignorance
murder opps, k!llin’ sh-t, i enjoy the thrill of it
bathe in the blood of the officers, different corpses, offin’ ’em
auction ’em, don’t bark at ’em
murder ’em, never heard of ’em
i could preach the peace but say “f-ck it” and preach the murder
’cause this ain’t f-ckin’ life we livin’
go ahead and go grab the extension
grab another: uncle, cousin, brother, son
glory to the chosen ones that will rid of the innocence
but in a sense, innocent will soon behold the ignorance
blasphemous, k!llin’ our own murder black-

[verse 2: the notorious big]
i was only a thirteen, smokin’ blunts, making cream
on the drug scene, f-ck a football team
risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
hearing the coach scream at my lifetime dream
i mean i want to blow up, stack my dough up
so school i didn’t show up, i f-ck my flowed up
mom said that i should grow up and check myself
before i wreck myself, disrespect myself
put the drugs on the shelf? nah, i could not see it
scarface, king of new york, i want to be it
rap was secondary, money is necessary
until i got uncarcerated, kinda scary
c74-mark 8 set me straight
not able to move behind the great seal gate
time to contemplate, d-mn, where did i fail
all the money i stacked was the money for bail

[verse 3: 2pac]
god bless the dead and the buried, n-gga don’t worry
if you see god first, tell him sh-t got worse
it ain’t mad, i’m just representin’ for the crew
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 quick as it came
my role models gone or locked in a pen
straight hustlers caught up in a whirlwind
the other day, i thought i saw my homeboy biggie
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 how to have a criminal mind
i was addicted to tryin’, never meant to do time
my epitaph will read, “i was the last of the g’s”
kick the sh-t to make the white man bleed
god bless the dead

[outro: 2pac]
god bless the dead



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