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Paris - Bush Killa lyrics
*30 seconds of Bush news snippets* "Ooooh look, it's the president! Hey Mr. President!" "Okay, there he go. Easy, easy, don't lose sight, wait Two, three and...NOW!" *gunshots, screaming* Here I go, an angry brother finna make his move (P Dog) But can I buck him in the city so I never lose? (P Dog) See I'm a get him the crowd with a couple heavies (P Dog) And lay the barrel to the ground, hold the gat steady (P Dog) And now I'm ready for my adversary, talk is cheap (P Dog) I'm looking for a way to make a plan and keep it neat (P Dog) And check it out and make around and pick a rooftop (P Dog) And get a spot where the view's hot, set up shop (P Dog) Cause all I wanna see is motherfucking brains hanging (P Dog) Another level when it's me and Devils gangbanging (P Dog) So don't be telling me to get the nine, violent spirit (P Dog) Cause when I'm violent is the only time the devils hear it (P Dog) Rat-tat-tat goes the gat to his devil's face (P Dog) I hope he think about how he done us when he lay to waste (P Dog) And get the feeling of the peeling from the other side >From guns given to my people from my own kind (P Dog) So get with Ollie cause I'm probably fin to make you mad (P Dog) I'm steady waiting for the day I get to see his ass (P Dog) And give him two from the barrel of a black guerrilla (P Dog) And that's real from the motherfucking Bush Killa *laughing* "I understand that time is running out" Now who is able to make war with the beast? It starts with "P" Trumpets sound when I push the program And set my sight on a serpent man Swinging the sword of the righteous Make devils drop and they just can't spite this Genocide and the minds of men make Brothers like me fill up with hate I smell a skunk in the air Cause your program still ain't fair So who you wanna blame for the Hate That Hate Made? When P let off and pigs get sprayed Y'all wanna kill off the black man? But I know your master plan So we'll see who stops the black guerrilla P Dog the Bush Killa It's P Dog the Bush Killa Tolerance is getting thinner Cause Iraq never called me "nigger" So what I wanna go off and fight a war for? You best believe I got your draft card So bad to hate somebody else But much worse to hate yourself Victim to the mentacide of the double-wide Most black folks be made to die Keeping 'em on and on Keeping ya on and on Now my brother down south said "Fuck the Police" I'm saying "No Justice, No Peace" So why'd you stick 'em like that? Cause everybody want to get the black But we'll see who stop the black guerrilla P Dog the Bush Killa "He's been shot!""The president is dead" Yeah, it's P Dog the Bush Killa "Nodbody move, just stay where you are" So where's he at? I just might wait for his motherfucking ass on a rooftop next tour Bucking stone cause I'm known to play for keeps Lay low to the flow and keep it neat And send his ass home belly up Should've listened to the facts that the black's been telling ya It's no suprise that a brother's got wise Now rat-tat-tat-tat, it's an eye for an eye Now I'm in it, got to die before we see That motherfuckers don't give a damn for you or me So wear a vest on your chest and the rest stand still For P Dog the Bush Killa |
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