Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.
I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine
Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy
Third degree, hurrying currency urgently
New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw
The trunk ain't raw but we running from the law
Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere
Malcolm x, huey newton, revolution, they stare,
So en garde, my god we got these artists in awe
Met the babies, giving them rules of gun law
I thinks its sad youve yet cross the law
See, i'm a nigga with no flaw
Martial law yea boy i'm lovin it
Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit
We don't believe you, you need more people
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
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