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30-06-04, 19:01
- Paris --- "Bush Killa"
Here I go, an angry brother finna make his move
Lookin’ to buck him in the city so I never lose
See I’m get him in the crowd with a couple heavies
And lay the barrel to the ground, hold the gat steady
And now I’m ready for my adversary, talk is cheap
I’m lookin’ for a way to make a play and keep it neat
And check it out and make a route and pick a rooftop
And get a spot where the view’s hot, set up shop
"Cause all I wanna see is motherf*ckin’ brains hangin’
Another level when it’s me and devils gangbangin’
So don’t be tellin’ me to get the non-violent spirit
Cause when I’m violent is the only time ya devils hear it
Rat-a-tat-tat go the gat to his devil face
I hope he think of how he done us when he lays to waste
And get the feelin’ of the peelin’ from the other side
From guns given to my people for my own kind
So get with Ollie cause I’m probably finna make ya mad
I’m steady waitin’ for the day I get to see his ass
And give him two from the barrel of a Black Guerrilla
And that’s real from the motherf*ckin’ Bush Killa
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 the serpent man
Swingin’ 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 stop the Black Guerrilla
P-Dog the Bush Killa
Yeah, tolerance is gettin’ 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 devil why
Must black folk be made to die
Keepin’ 'em on and on.. keepin’ ya on and on
Like my brother down South said, "Fuck the Police"
I'm sayin’, "No Justice, No Peace"
So I just stick 'em like that
Cause everybody want to get the black, huh
But we'll see who'll stop the Black Guerrilla
P-Dog the Bush Killa
Yeah, so where's he at? I might wait
For his motherf*ckin’ ass on a rooftop next tour
Buck his dome cause I'm known to play for keeps
Lay low to the floor and keep it neat
And send his ass home belly up
Should've listened to the facts that the black's been tellin ya
It's no surprise that a brother got wise
Now rat-a-tat-tat, it's an eye for an eye
How many, got to die before we see
Them motherf*ckers 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
Now you know, that I ain't never been a slave to the bottle
All I see on the tube is the punk black role models
The passive girl-like she-men
That make and dictate the lives of black men
And sometimes ya wanna give up hope
Cause all they wanna do is grow up and work for white folks
Or be a p!mp, drug dealer or sports star
It ain't no wonder the black don't go far
Now the trick is stay quick to bust shit
Got to be equipped so the devil can't flip
And be aware of the government plan to keep
Young black folk walkin’ in our sleep
F*ck the games I still feel the pain
I still feel the shame cause ain't nothin’ changed
I can’t fade peace when the war is all around
You better run cause the lost are bein’ found
Choose your team, square up and take sides
But don't be a punk or a skunk when the gat fire
Cause I'm the first one to let the caps go
No more vetoes or negroes
Who run scared full of fear when the devil squawk
Funk is on to the dome the glock'll talk
And be sure that a devil gets peeled
Make way for the motherf*ckin’ Bush Killa
© Paris
Here I go, an angry brother finna make his move
Lookin’ to buck him in the city so I never lose
See I’m get him in the crowd with a couple heavies
And lay the barrel to the ground, hold the gat steady
And now I’m ready for my adversary, talk is cheap
I’m lookin’ for a way to make a play and keep it neat
And check it out and make a route and pick a rooftop
And get a spot where the view’s hot, set up shop
"Cause all I wanna see is motherf*ckin’ brains hangin’
Another level when it’s me and devils gangbangin’
So don’t be tellin’ me to get the non-violent spirit
Cause when I’m violent is the only time ya devils hear it
Rat-a-tat-tat go the gat to his devil face
I hope he think of how he done us when he lays to waste
And get the feelin’ of the peelin’ from the other side
From guns given to my people for my own kind
So get with Ollie cause I’m probably finna make ya mad
I’m steady waitin’ for the day I get to see his ass
And give him two from the barrel of a Black Guerrilla
And that’s real from the motherf*ckin’ Bush Killa
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 the serpent man
Swingin’ 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 stop the Black Guerrilla
P-Dog the Bush Killa
Yeah, tolerance is gettin’ 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 devil why
Must black folk be made to die
Keepin’ 'em on and on.. keepin’ ya on and on
Like my brother down South said, "Fuck the Police"
I'm sayin’, "No Justice, No Peace"
So I just stick 'em like that
Cause everybody want to get the black, huh
But we'll see who'll stop the Black Guerrilla
P-Dog the Bush Killa
Yeah, so where's he at? I might wait
For his motherf*ckin’ ass on a rooftop next tour
Buck his dome cause I'm known to play for keeps
Lay low to the floor and keep it neat
And send his ass home belly up
Should've listened to the facts that the black's been tellin ya
It's no surprise that a brother got wise
Now rat-a-tat-tat, it's an eye for an eye
How many, got to die before we see
Them motherf*ckers 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
Now you know, that I ain't never been a slave to the bottle
All I see on the tube is the punk black role models
The passive girl-like she-men
That make and dictate the lives of black men
And sometimes ya wanna give up hope
Cause all they wanna do is grow up and work for white folks
Or be a p!mp, drug dealer or sports star
It ain't no wonder the black don't go far
Now the trick is stay quick to bust shit
Got to be equipped so the devil can't flip
And be aware of the government plan to keep
Young black folk walkin’ in our sleep
F*ck the games I still feel the pain
I still feel the shame cause ain't nothin’ changed
I can’t fade peace when the war is all around
You better run cause the lost are bein’ found
Choose your team, square up and take sides
But don't be a punk or a skunk when the gat fire
Cause I'm the first one to let the caps go
No more vetoes or negroes
Who run scared full of fear when the devil squawk
Funk is on to the dome the glock'll talk
And be sure that a devil gets peeled
Make way for the motherf*ckin’ Bush Killa
© Paris