[A.G] Before becoming a runaway slave, here's a taste of mental slavery. A backtrack...
("You don't catch hell because you're a Methodist or a Baptist You don't catch hell because you're a Democrat or Republilcan You don't catch hell because you're a Mason or an Elk And you sure don't catch hell because you're an American Because if you were an American you wouldn't catch no hell You don't catch hell because you're a black man.")
Check it, many try to come close Rest in peace to the deceased and the rest are comatose I'm not a joke and I go for broke And while I'm laughing you'll be gagging from the motherfucking gunsmoke Walk the streets and I play for keeps And while I entertain suckers stay six feet deep It was good while it lasted Broken bones and asses, tombstones and caskets I got fleeced, I'm not strapped, I'm a get you back Me saying "Mayday" with an AK, picture that Getting my props while you're propless And if you try and escape, we'll take grandma for hostage I carry my joint Hoping to smoke a sucker just to keep on point When Dre's team goes to extremes call up an M.D. Wetting a strip til my whole clip is empty Oh-ops and t*** ready to wreck the site Whoever's next to step is knifed in broad daylight Don't try to run, you'll get blocked off I got spotted by a cop, so now that cop is knocked off if I get back I get out with the quickness The D.A., the judge and the jury's on my hitlist Dressed in black with a hoodie and a low hat (What you did?) Spoke to the witness, now the witness don't know jack The Giant and his crew are ill We're sick-ass convicts, we're hard to kill
My boys from New York (Is hard to kill) The brothers from Jersey (Is hard to kill) I say out in Philly (Is hard to kill) And the brothers in Boston (Is hard to kill) To all my peeps in Cali (Is hard to kill) Don't forget about Atlanta (Is hard to kill) To all my boys in Connecticut (Is hard to kill) To my crew in Texas (Is hard to kill)
I'm around the way, 141st and 3rd 40 bottles on the curb and my man got the bag of herb Another brother tried to get ill And try to take me out on my block, he forgot I was hard to kill I ran for cover so the brother missed He hit my man in the head, now Ed is dead, yo what is this? I won't stop until I see him rest He got popped by the cops, too late for the EMS Ain't no chance for survival (Why's that?) He tried to go head on, now he's dead on arrival Now you know I don't play around Cause the clown is face down and uptown is his burial ground You want beef? Well the more the merrier And I'm a bury that man's clan in the same area My entourage is fully strapped Turning your hard bodyguards to wussy, and pussy cats You know how we do it Putting the glock to the test, go get your vest, I'm going right through it He survived in intensive care Did the impossible in the hospital (Knocked him off right there) I'm an expert at disposal You see, everyone goes, on foes I'm killing hoes too Nobody takes the witness stand Your ass is out, I'm cleaning niggas out like Spic 'n' Span You want beef with a mastermind? But it's fine, pass the nine, now it's disaster time I love conflict and confrontation Killing enemies worse than Kennedy's assassination But that's not my style I just got buckwild so I could prove I was versatile Styles go on and on A.G. is all about peace, speaking of peace, now I'm gone
To the brothers in D.C. (Is hard to kill) And the brothers in VA (Is hard to kill) Down in North Carolina (Is hard to kill) How about the brothers in Maryland? (Is hard to kill)
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