Got blood in the sheets

Same blood in the streets

Got blood in the bed, dont you know what they said, never shit where u sleep

Gone piss a **** off

Watch

A Red dot turn on

Man **** if you lost

Choppa take yo ass home

Gotta wake my ass up, gotta piss, fill a cup, empty mind

Never mind, never think, never thought, even blind, cant see

Gettin money, instinct, never blink, that’s a wink, through a mothafuckin scope

Real **** make toast, take bread, a fuckin loaf, feed a villlage, see hope

Talkin food not dope, speakin truth,fuck a pope, fuck the stan, fuck the oath, that shit been a joke

Your walking to the sto

Got rushed by the po

Screaming get on the ground ****

Pistol whip, fingers on the damn triggers

Rodney King, a lil blood on your sneaks

Leakin from your head to your feet

But u get yo ass up

Then limp yo ass home

Wash your clothes

Dry your clothes

Fold your clothes

Wash your clothes ****

Wash your clothes

Dry your clothes

Fold your clothes

Wash your clothes ****

I love black, love my ****

I got love for my ****

Government got drugs for my ****

And supplying all the guns for my ****

The first killer aint the one to pull the trigger

The CIA been dealing dope to the dealers

Johnny sprinkle a lil crack on the ****

They been callin shots by the whistles

Five callin shots, they the killers

Bout to roll up on em, armadillo

Play the next episode, fucka filler

Fuck fuck fuckity fucky

There goes my temper

Prison isa slave corporation they need their ****

Mo money, mo money my ****,big get bigger, the po

Get poorer my ****, the rich get richer

And the sick gettin sicker

So fuck a government

Fuck democrat, fuck republican

Fuck supremacist

Fuck 5, fuck them pigs agains

It’s hell we livin in, we sin for dividends, boy bound to see the pin

They shoot, kill many men, the proof never enough

The dirt is on the cuffs of sleeves, they rolled up

Wash your clothes

Dry your clothes

Fold your clothes

Wash your clothes ****

Wash your clothes

Dry your clothes

Fold your clothes

Wash your clothes ****

Drops microphone

Drops da damn ball

See **** in the clan

Make a **** shit his pants

Devils in the blue, in pursuit, for the loot, like recruits

Kind of new, learn to hate, on da job, make a case

Catch a slave, for the trade, that’s a day gettin paid

Ever better if he innocent, the body count is blemishing

Man tell a friend to tell a friend, i never been a friend of him

I never been afraid of them, afraid of who, the fuckin truth

Might spit on u, might shit on u, n wipe my ass keep pushing through

And save my people, make my people, proud to be, and proud of me

Let good fortune shower me, may evil not devour me, u never seea coward me

Just burried where the flowers be, that’s when a **** rest in peace

The sad truth is what it be, the slave tape, TST

Got blood on my sneaks

Same blood on my jeans

Doing so much dirt, man it cover everything, and if a **** wet me up

That’s a muddy ass scene, need a bandage for the bleed, man its kind of hard to see

Bitch im back from the sto, all this blood on my clothes, gotta start a new load

Man before i pass out i just hope i wash my clothes