You ever seen a nigga hung With a gold chain I rather sing about the same things That we claim Such is bashful But niggas like a task force Mobbin on the streets and robbin stores With ski masks, bruh Niggas ask for peace in riot to bring violence Cause it's a game of cat and mouse And you gonna bleed silent What's the justice in saying fuck it and grab the pump Then kill a woman and many children makes you a chump Look at all the stores you wreckin' Nigga I reckon Think about the people who own it for about a second I know you got your problems but brother they got theirs This is not a gang, quit violence, and grow a pair But, yo You rather hear me say "Fuck the black President" Let's murder different races, grow hatred, and form irrelevant Views and etcetera Knives thrown Damage them lives blown Oblivion, all cold Oblivious I won't dare say, that you should stop the fucking ignorance Murder ops Killing shit I'd enjoy the thrill of it Bath in blood of officers Different corpses offing them Auction them Don't you market them Murder them Never heard of them