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Tahir - Holiday Pay lyrics
Happy new year, fuck that, ain't shit new Every year same cops trying to knock my crew January 15 go to MLK Had to nearly come to gun just to get that day February, only presidents that represent me Is M-1 and my nigga S-T-I-C And St. Valentine, he could kiss my ass The 19th for Malik El-Haj Shabazz Celebrate him for real, that's love ?? He worked for us, George made us work the field St. Patrick's Day, crackers better shut they mouth I'm wearing khakis, pinch me, I'm gonna knock you out I don't care about no shamrocks or 4-leaf clovers Ain't enough luck for cops not filling they quotas Can't fool me, April 1st, I'm still on ?? Even then I'ma still drop the truth on George There ain't no Easter egg hunt or no Easter bunny Just another day for black folk to spend they money Cinco de Mayo, my Latin homies still ain't free Capitalism made'em where they still can't eat So we can't eat Mother's Day, mamas deserve a lot more Than the Sunday they set aside to observe Memorial Day, never will I do that there Patriotism for America, I do not care Father's Day got me thinking about the one's in jail All the ones who stayed around, all the ones who bailed Fourth of July, really dog, why ask why First of all, damn watch the fireworks in the sky I seen red and blue lights all the time that night Real guns going off for the ??? Second of all, that ain't my independence day 1776 we was baling hay Niggas was slaves, busy chasing what they call freedom And we still wear chains, only now we can't see them So they made Labor Day cos my ??? got jerk? Even though most niggas still be scheduled to work Trick or treat, kids? getting candy to eat Later on down the road start rottin they teeth And you wonder how the dentists Keep gettin dough from us Trick like the Earth trick Christopher Columbus shit Hittin America was all a mistake Stupid faggot ass crackers couldn't find they way But neither could we Cos niggas still fight for this bitch When the service need soldiers, we the first to enlist I feel it for vets but how I'ma gon respect they set They the same white folk that laid the natives to rest Thanksgiving it's the same, thanks for giving us what Small pox and gonnorhea from the shit they fuck All the way up to the ?? make my folk corrupt Jive turkey, my hollow-points will gobble your guts And if that ain't enough, right when you think thats it Christmas the 25th straight takin your ?? Bank accounts cleaned out trying to purchase them gifts Tis the season for the po' to starve, loadin them clips Packin them fifths, and you could keep your ho-ho-ho Gimmie your dough, my house feel so cold And we need heat, let's be in the spirit to give I have more than just the wreath From the door to your crib nigga Anyway, back to the jam Most holidays we celebrate ain't nothing but scams And lies and tricks and all the real meaning be lost For me it's time and a half or just another day off C'mon nigga Know what I'm sayin Tired of that bullshit dog What's up with Huey P. Newton Day Or some shit like that, Fred Hampton Day Fuck that what's up with People Army Day dog Hedrush Day, DP's Day, I.T Day You know how it go man we up in this piece like this Wanna see some real shit man Assata Shakur Day, know what I'm sayin Community Day, Guns in the Churches Day Know what I'm sayin Keep your Gats Day, know what I'm sayin Martial Arts Day, Self-Defense Day |
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