Say it ain't so
Been the same way since Cain and Abel
Black on black crime know my kind relate though
When that hate grow inside what you find is fatal
Fate'll be disguised as the one's you claim folks
Cuz the envy and the pride of another's bank roll
Now the murders on the rise and they all the same tone
RIP to my guy's boy I know the game cold
And it's all by design by a fallen angel
They don't wanna see you rise just another cased closed
Another case thrown cuz we numb to the guns
And we come from the slums where nobody aint know
Everybody see it
Bout nobody aint know
Boy it ain't a secret just nobody ain't told
Come from misery where our mind states gone
Just another mystery to leave they mind straight blown like
Ungh Blam Blam
Ungh Blam Blam
Before I gotta worry bout the damn clan
Always gotta worry bout a black man
Ungh Blam Blam
Ungh Blam Blam
Before I gotta worry bout the damn clan
Always gotta worry bout a black man
We was piss po'
Used to pull kick doors just to get dough
Pistol whip hos till we split domes
Bitch niggas talk shit get his lip swole
Clench chrome you ain't know this a lick ho
Flinch ho get two from the clip though
My click roll get the pick like a big fro
This soul get 'em twisted like endo
Make his chick blow seeds from this dick though
Pimp hos turn your bimbo to a nympho
Pullin' on her weave got her looking oriental
Beat it while she eat it out the box bento
Bend over giver her D cuz I been dope
Go on a killa city spree with my kinfolk
816 kc mo mental
If you wanns breath just show me the ends ho
Ungh Blam Blam
Ungh Blam Blam
Before I gotta worry bout the damn clan
Always gotta worry bout a black man
Ungh Blam Blam
Ungh Blam Blam
Before I gotta worry bout the damn clan
Always gotta worry bout a black man
Derrison Palea - Blam Blam Lyrics
Derrison Palea - Blam Blam Lyrics
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Say it ain't so
Been the same way since Cain and Abel
Black on black crime know my kind relate though
When that hate grow inside what you find is fatal
Fate'll be disguised as the one's you claim folks
Cuz the envy and the pride of another's bank roll
Now the murders on the rise and they all the same tone
RIP to my guy's boy I know the game cold
And it's all by design by a fallen angel
They don't wanna see you rise just another cased closed
Another case thrown cuz we numb to the guns
And we come from the slums where nobody aint know
Everybody see it
Bout nobody aint know
Boy it ain't a secret just nobody ain't told
Come from misery where our mind states gone
Just another mystery to leave they mind straight blown like
Ungh Blam Blam
Ungh Blam Blam
Before I gotta worry bout the damn clan
Always gotta worry bout a black man
Ungh Blam Blam
Ungh Blam Blam
Before I gotta worry bout the damn clan
Always gotta worry bout a black man
We was piss po'
Used to pull kick doors just to get dough
Pistol whip hos till we split domes
Bitch niggas talk shit get his lip swole
Clench chrome you ain't know this a lick ho
Flinch ho get two from the clip though
My click roll get the pick like a big fro
This soul get 'em twisted like endo
Make his chick blow seeds from this dick though
Pimp hos turn your bimbo to a nympho
Pullin' on her weave got her looking oriental
Beat it while she eat it out the box bento
Bend over giver her D cuz I been dope
Go on a killa city spree with my kinfolk
816 kc mo mental
If you wanns breath just show me the ends ho
Ungh Blam Blam
Ungh Blam Blam
Before I gotta worry bout the damn clan
Always gotta worry bout a black man
Ungh Blam Blam
Ungh Blam Blam
Before I gotta worry bout the damn clan
Always gotta worry bout a black man
Been the same way since Cain and Abel
Black on black crime know my kind relate though
When that hate grow inside what you find is fatal
Fate'll be disguised as the one's you claim folks
Cuz the envy and the pride of another's bank roll
Now the murders on the rise and they all the same tone
RIP to my guy's boy I know the game cold
And it's all by design by a fallen angel
They don't wanna see you rise just another cased closed
Another case thrown cuz we numb to the guns
And we come from the slums where nobody aint know
Everybody see it
Bout nobody aint know
Boy it ain't a secret just nobody ain't told
Come from misery where our mind states gone
Just another mystery to leave they mind straight blown like
Ungh Blam Blam
Ungh Blam Blam
Before I gotta worry bout the damn clan
Always gotta worry bout a black man
Ungh Blam Blam
Ungh Blam Blam
Before I gotta worry bout the damn clan
Always gotta worry bout a black man
We was piss po'
Used to pull kick doors just to get dough
Pistol whip hos till we split domes
Bitch niggas talk shit get his lip swole
Clench chrome you ain't know this a lick ho
Flinch ho get two from the clip though
My click roll get the pick like a big fro
This soul get 'em twisted like endo
Make his chick blow seeds from this dick though
Pimp hos turn your bimbo to a nympho
Pullin' on her weave got her looking oriental
Beat it while she eat it out the box bento
Bend over giver her D cuz I been dope
Go on a killa city spree with my kinfolk
816 kc mo mental
If you wanns breath just show me the ends ho
Ungh Blam Blam
Ungh Blam Blam
Before I gotta worry bout the damn clan
Always gotta worry bout a black man
Ungh Blam Blam
Ungh Blam Blam
Before I gotta worry bout the damn clan
Always gotta worry bout a black man
Writer: Derrison Palea
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