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Listen to Carlos "Six July" Broady: The Producers featuring Guerilla Black
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Guerilla Black
Guerilla Black
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carlos Broady
Carlos Broady
Composer
Charles Williamson
Charles Williamson
Composer
Bob Marley
Bob Marley
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Carlos Broady
Carlos Broady
Producer
Curri Weber
Curri Weber
Recording Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Jared Robbins
Jared Robbins
Engineer

Lyrics

There's no reason I'm as evil as I could be I pray to Jesus, "Please keep my mind at peace" I just wanna stay humble and patient That's when stupid niggaz come at you with gay shit He look like Big, he sound like Big Yo, I'm B L A C K, nigga, you dig I guess it all started when Keesh left this earth, dog And the doc gave me my worst call And told me that my boo goin' through convulsions Imagine my mind, state and emotions Hell, my mom's goin' though it with my step pops He got cancer in his lungs and his chest's rottin' All I wanted to do was be a winner All I ever ate was hot dogs and chips for dinner I sacrificed so much for my career That's why my eyes shed blood for tears In my heart, it burns this fire And I don't fear none of y'all In my heart, it burns this fire And I don't fear none of y'all In my heart, it burns this fire And I don't fear none of y'all In my heart, it burns this fire And I don't fear none of y'all I been in the industry for a year now All my life I wished for this, I'm here now I didn't know it was so much politicin' I feel like a motherfuckin' politician Just yesterday I was out there hustlin' Did a three song demo, now they want me in Nines and four fives an' pots and drawers Got Virgin callin' me with P Farmer Give shouts out to my niggas down and rich They was with me ever since I was on the bench When I had no shoes, had no clothes Had no food, had no dough, had no hoes Shit was real thirsty back in them times Like Martin Lawrence a 'Real Thin Line' I ran across a few real niggas, a lotta hatin' niggas A lot of fake niggas were those In my heart, it burns this fire And I don't fear none of y'all In my heart, it burns this fire And I don't fear none of y'all In my heart, it burns this fire And I don't fear none of y'all In my heart, it burns this fire And I don't fear none of y'all If I see you 'round the way and you catch me in the hood Show me love, nigga, show me love little If I see you rollin' a spliff and you separate the seeds From the buds, let me get a puff, yeah If you see me pissed off with the hammer in my hand Loadin' slugs, nigga, I'm a thug, yeah If you see me with a bitch that you never seen before I'm a fuck or nigga I done fucked ya I remember when I was just a little boy Watchin' moms play that organ with that big voice It touched me in a certain type of way Like the balm, smooth sounds of Marvin Gaye I didn't know Comptone was like that Until I got out there and had to fight back Walkin' back and forth up to Whaley Them Luders Park niggas tried to beat me daily I guess that shit made me tougher That's why I love every last one of my brothers Hide always, they're with me in the struggle Whether I'm glad or sad, I'ma always love 'em The game is so fuckin' treacherous A buncha bullshit niggas, fuck y'all rhetoric In my heart, it burns this fire And I don't fear none of y'all In my heart, it burns this fire And I don't fear none of y'all In my heart, it burns this fire And I don't fear none of y'all In my heart, it burns this fire And I don't fear none of y'all
Writer(s): Bob Marley, Carlos Daronde Broady, Charles N. Williamson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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