-prt1

- prt2

-prt 3

-prt 4

-prt 5


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-prt 6

-prt 7

-8







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-- Edited by Ill-matic on Sunday 20th of December 2009 07:52:07 PM

-12
-13

-14
dear lord i live tha life of a thug.
hope u understand 4give me 4 mi mistakes
i gotta play my hand and my hand on the sixteen-shot
semi-automatic crooked cop killin glock, tell me lord
can u feel me ! show a way im praying but my enemies wont go away



-- Edited by Ill-matic on Sunday 20th of December 2009 08:30:28 PM

whoa

Black Cotton
Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons count my blessin's
Class is in session the worst question is the first question
Why do we work like slaves sweatin' blades to an early grave
Never got paid but still we slave (Em and Andre)
Answer that then answer this too-
Loves gonna get ya you know it's true life's a b!$%h true
You best to backtrack and try to act black and live
Not to be phony and positive but why be negative?
What's the matter G? Black cat got your tongue
Fat track gotcha sprung now your hung (Do ya feel me?)
Dum dum diddy is it me?
Attempt to reach each and every brother on the streets
If not peace then at least let's get a piece
I'm tired of seeing bodies on the streets- deceased
Lookin' through my highschool yearbook
Reminiscin' of the tears as the years took
One homie, two homie, three homies - POOF
We used to have troops but now there's no more youth to shoot
God come save the misbegotten
Lost ghetto souls of Black Cotton (In God's eyes)

In the belly of the beast I'm bubbling up
Running out of luck, about to self destruct
Old heads say live your life like such
Your sure to catch her witcha one day boy
I wouldn't listen to 'em
Your power movement was cool
But it ain't fix nothin'
So I just go with what i know
I dont trust none
Look what the 80's did
To us baby kids
And now we grown up
Nobody ain't own us yet


-15


-16




-- Edited by Ill-matic on Sunday 20th of December 2009 08:57:12 PM

15 & 16 is a must hear ppl wtf

-17

The plan, to take command of the whole family
Though underhanded, to be the man it was planned
All my road dawgs, official mob figgaz love to act up
The first to bomb we rob niggaz
I can be, lost in my own mind
To be the boss only thought's grip on chrome nines
Niggaz get tossed up, war scars, battlefield memories
Swore I saw the devil in my empty glass of Hennesey
Talkin to a nigga on a tight leash
Screamin "**** the police," as I ride through the night streets
Lil' child runnin wild, toward his danger
What's the cause don't be alarmed death to all strangers
Maybe I'm a madman
A pistol grabbin nigga unleash the Sandman
Promisin merciless retaliation, nothin is colder
Close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier
-18
-19
Completely lost, revenge at all costs
Payback's a b!$%h, switch now the trick's crossed
Tossed up and never to be heard of
A single witness screamin *lo**y murder, murder
Blast tell me homey what you see now?
A blind man and a dead body, I'm read' to leave town
And get my cash though, hook up with Kastro
Homey had to blast on the task force
Stupid coppers tried to play us out, never that
They took my money and my stash, time to get 'em back (heh heh)
Upon my secret arrival
Two glock four-fives, time for survival
Death to my rivals, tell me what you want lord?
Nobody left after the death of a drug lord (eh eh)
The situation's critical
Nothin is colder - than hear the ballad of a dead soldier
=20


-- Edited by Ill-matic on Sunday 20th of December 2009 09:25:09 PM

-- Edited by Ill-matic on Sunday 20th of December 2009 09:44:43 PM

tupac a mi daddy ..................... scoop-pac

wtf even snoop  this is a mind opener  but  it is long but it is a must watch



-- Edited by Ill-matic on Sunday 20th of December 2009 09:49:14 PM

-- Edited by Ill-matic on Sunday 20th of December 2009 09:52:42 PM