Two Words

by Khandyce   May 22, 2006


Two words, LA
Where people, donâ??t play
Sell yay, get paid
Get shot, get made
Be faithful, get played
Live for, new days
Make paths, different way
New car 2007 jaguar
Assumed black automatically car jacked
Be fly, get high
Work minimum wage just to get by
Two words, twin towers
This world, is ours
White house, super powers
George Bush, super coward
Black schools, black fools
Black tools, be cool
Be shady, black ladies
Sniff ice, crack babies
Politicsâ?¦. I hateâ??em. Government enough said.
Two words, live life
Live twice, roll dice
Be mad, be nice
Write lines, nice rhymes
Be stupid, waste time
Jail time, sell dimes
Just enough to go in the county lines
Attend school, behave
Attend church, be saved
New life, be changed
Heavy hearts, maintained
Locked up, in chains
They called us names degraded our souls
Black slaved men just wanted to go home
One girl, my main
Lose her, insane
We just play, games
Not focused, turnturninglanes
Dead bodies, murder scenes
Traffic lanes, never green
Life is, always mean
GangbGang bangerse dealers
Sixteen, young killers
This pain, comes realer
My rhymes, come iller
Lose minds, lose souls
Only if, God knows
Cant clear, my woes
Why hate, my foes
White socks, little holes
Big trucks, twenty foâ??s
Empty wallets, no mo
Black & rich, is it possible?
New days, think so
Two words, love birds
Iâ??ll never, hurt her
Iâ??ll only, nurture her
A-Râ??s, A-Kâ??s
Talk smack, dismayed
Dismissed, is this
Really my, hot ish
Not missed, stop this
Not a rapper but u gotta cop this
Will I profit When I drop this
I repeat, hot ish
Best buy, ask why
Dead friends, did die
Dead ends, all lies
This could, be my
Only time, to shine
My lady, sunshine
Thank God, sheâ??s mine
We dine, sip wine
Be together, long time
Two words, living dream
What does, this mean
Get drunk, get crunk, dead bodies in trunks
Be famous, get punkâ??d
Grey goose, let loose
Demonstrators, player haters
Big movie, nominators
East coast, west coast
Prom night, letâ??s toast
Dinner table, rumproast
Srump roastse, orphan clothes
Ugly pictures, teary pose
Frozen sun, no gun
Street battles, just begun
Living a dream? Reality won
My light, has shun
I AM THE ONE!

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