who You blame me For slavery A hundred years before I was born Guilty of being white (4x) (repeat intro) Guilty of being white (4x) I'm convicted Of a
buttons like I'm Jimmy Peep shit, street shit, Broady game in me It's a gimmick, fuck the house, I'll take it to the limit Turn ugly like a gremlin,
not likely To bite me you need to be you times ninety I got schemes and a team so hype we Get on a scene make a scene on the nightly Say what I mean,
to be fly-er I'm talkin above heaven (but) But talkin about death is me beatin a dead horse and a nigga love "Slevin" I'm a '80's baby with a '60's mind
for me, a nigga seem to be perfection Fifty grand, V.I.P., queens, imperfections Far from a beginner, nigga ain't a white belt Cry me a river, and I'll
a Marnier Grand (ha ha) Now baby to all these people, notice who you are So they ready try to score Pulling out their bill folds, buy a red rose to give
by) (Just) A-yo, we just gettin' started, got to redirect this vision Got the beauty of a flower, plus dimensions like a prism Your minds are locked
rocks, and now he's on the pipe He used to ride 22's, now cousin ride a bike Yo' momma got a man, her man he got a temper So he beat you right up, gets
baby, it's natural With charm is how I grasp you God bless me When a nigga ha-choo When a nigga ha-choo When a nigga ha-choo God bless me When a nigga
trash out Intercept ya wack, pass route 50 guards pulling they mask out, burn a dutch and pass out [Hook x 3] w/ minor variations {*Scratches
who put gun plots and influence Hopin joints is loaded, kickin fifty liners for small timers and your minors Transformin this, brainstormin this, live performances Mic V-I, be a
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never never go commercial la la (x2) Verse 1: You ain't major you minor Get behind a real rhymer Graff writer, chart climber, path finder, rewinder A
you think you are Em c em d You just landed on the devil's sidewalk G c d c Had a minor misunderstanding G c d c With a street lamp one
gonna put a brick in ya ass. Just check it out. [Saukrates] (background "studio niggas") Don't believe for a second, a man running ain't A man gunning
and they like the A-Team Keep my head on the swivel, when I serve a dope fiend Upgraded, to a digital, from a triple beam Fucking with me, you better
dedicate to god Mad cats sell coke, tryin not to starve Young girls sell vagina from jersey to carolina Saw moms do it, she learned it as a minor In poverty