Guerillas In the Mist

Damn

Forgot the key

Uh, oh yeah

It ain't over, mother****

KFLB News time four-thirty-six (Part two, part two)

In the top story of the hour

The largest single law enforcement (Part two, part two) mobilization

In California history, is currently underway

The police (Part two, part two) in five southern counties

Are engaged in a massive manhunt

(Part two, part two)

P-Dog, back to break 'em off somethin'

Ain't never frontin' when the rhyme keep comin'

Not Lotto, but I'm in it to win it and never lose

Never stinging, but swinging and bringin' nothin' but bad news

And I'm madder than a motherfucker

Won't slip and the record won't skip, better get hip

Finna pop, but I ain't pop

How many cops gotta drop, when the gat wrecks shop?

P-Dog, comin' up on another level

No hope for the black folk, fuck the Devil

It ain't nothin' but a scandalous ass trap

To keep motherfuckers broke and smoking crack

So I'm grippin' on the clip and finsta move

Another **** on the trigger with nothing to lose

You better duck when the gat buck, bitch

'Cause the fonk is on and Young Mark, gimmie some of that

Damn

Pass the match

Pass the match

Ain't nothin' changed, still anti-pigs

Still anti-drug dealing, anti-house ****

But being broke is slavery

And if the skin is brown, they only want you to stay down

I see the community need work

Black power mean more than a t-shirt

All I'm trying to do is be sure

That the young black youth stay true to the format

And see the plan to kill the Man and understand

It ain't shit for life to end

Look at the Oak Town murder rate

We need more than a panel to set it straight

So next time somebody acts wild

Motherfucka's sit still, while the black keep dyin'

I'ma do Elihu and make you see you can't

Bullshit around with the peoples' fate

And that's why we hate ourselves

Sleeping with the enemy, you're bound to catch Hell

They ain't never been down with our side

So fuck Schlitz, Old E. and St. Ide's

You better hear the word when I warn you

Now it seem like the whole world's Arizona

One for Rodney and LaTasha, Tawana

Boy, you better check your list

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Alright y'all, get ready for role call

We got the gats, we got the masks

We got the gloves, the van's packed

And motherfuckers is ready to roll

Uh-uh, wait a minute motherfucker

You better go on with that ole tricky shit

'Cause in the nineties, **** ain't havin' it

So you best just learn to deal and get the fuck

White supremacy ain't never been a friend to me

You better check it when I wreck it, 'cause it's gettin' deep

Now, get ready for the fonk when the pot boil

With a dry rag, kerosene, and motor oil

Now the Aryan is scary and I'm runnin' up

Fat Tom better duck when he try his luck

'Cause I'ma see that he suck on a Tec-9

With fifteen to his dome'll be fine

Or maybe I'll just tar and feather ya

And castrate you, 'cause I hate a devil too

Rape your women up, and then I'll rape ya mind

Think about it, it's an eye for an eye

And now it's fittin' and I'm spittin' on America

A black man with a plan and I'm scaring ya

It ain't a threat but a promise, out to each

In LA, Forsythe and Howard Beach

Duck down when the clip from the Tech, POW

You can't fuck with the sound when the needle drop

So don't speak when I plans the wreck the house

You can't win when the truth is spoken out

A real case of a brother you love to hate

Can't be roughed up or hushed or set straight

Ya better know me on the Mike McGee tip

And grab another clip

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