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F. T. K.

アーティスト:Ghetto Mafia  アルバム:On Da Grind 

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I got a message for the K.K.K. (Yeah) I'm goin out, like that nigga O.J. A double murder, went bloody on the pavement It's absurd, but I'm that nigga that Satan sent (Yeah, what you came to get?) Whitey anihilated And fuck parole, them crackers been violatin (I heard.. you got a death wish) I'm just a G in the hood, rollin deep dish (Y'all better peep this) I'm fin' to kill me a honkey I'm sayin 'Fuck the President, and his flunkie!' I bet' not catch you in the Dec, givin a speech Cause I'ma bust one of mine, and it'll reach See all crackers ain't shit to me Man fuck your hound and your deputy Ya dere, on some love for heat (til what?) Until I see, whitey R.I.P. (Nowwwww!) Now I'm red from the murder, left me sticky (Did you kill em?) Damn Skippy! But I ran into some problem, that was hectic (What's that?) Her husband came home, unexpected (Oh shit!) He had to respect it, the god damn Ruger I'm fin' to wreck it, cause I'm gone off sugar I shoulda have knew it, the cracker had backup He was sneaky, so I kept my fuckin Mag up But damn, I think I hear a baby cryin But fuck that shit, whitey's still dyin For lyin and keepin me in the projects It's designed, we'll always get our ass kicked But not to mention, the telephone rang (rang?) But not to mention, his wife already been slain See, whitey got me this way That's why I'm sayin fuck the K.K.K. Dear Mr. Whitey could you please understand I'm slangin pillows just as fast as I can I'm in the cut with the mask and


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