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  1. Black Ops

From the recording Power

Lyrics

[Tae Spears]

(Yeah)
Kill a black man then you the opp
I ain’t bout to yell free you from them fucking cops

If you not for our people then get off the block
You coons dead to me let yo body rot

I don’t need a glock
Stick my chest out like Mardi Gras
Dukes up word to pops
Jump squares hop scotch

These cats rather grab the gat
that shit is wack
My fist go all around they circle
shit look like I do the cabbage patch

This ain’t a act
hate fake woke niggas that’s in the trap
How you for the people but will serve the same people crack

Tip toeing with the mag
Selling white boy to blacks
Subtracting us with what you add
You dummies need to do the math

Divide but you don’t know the half
These white folks can look and laugh
We do they work they sitting back
Some niggas sell their soul for cash

Could never call these niggas kings
How they wear them diamond things
But lack light you niggas couldn’t shine caked with Vaseline

Or gasoline spark a match the only way you niggas hot
Lower tier giving head the only way you niggas top

Bron James on the block I swear to God you niggas flop
Niggas chase cheese till the trap is the final stop

Turn rat give names to cops
On premise that the charge is dropped
By getting they own homies caught
Then act like the case was fought

I promise these new niggas fraud
From fake chains these niggas bought
I’m capping huh?
Well let’s play a game called ‘swear to God’

I know you can’t
You niggas really fake
I’m here to set it straight
Like Warren G and Nate
I give you Dogg Pound then regulate

You selling weight
Then give it to them white boys that’s upstate
You flipping cakes
If it ain’t with frosting then get out the way

This ain’t for play you can never ever say that we relate
I get a plate
I catch and send back home like it’s a double play

You niggas rake you go and get a chain so you can look a way
Shit is gay yo people starve at home but you just look away

The shit is cray but other lost niggas give you niggas praise
Like you a saint
but Lil Saint had Niggas dancing in the rain and you the same

Get dumb prizes for stupid games
Live lies so you to blame
All black lives not the same nigga

Cause
You kill a black man then you the opp
I ain’t bout to yell free you from them fucking cops

If you not for our people then get off the block
You coons dead to me let yo body rot

Gun come with the stock
Just to focus on yo coon ass
I won’t take the shot just use scopes like a zoom lens

Neighborhood watch we see the dumb shit you dudes did
We don’t call the cops cause we can handle it on our end

Police our on spot you wanna kill go to they shit
We only build we don’t kill the people that we live with

I’m good on any block
every hood feel like the spot
Show respect a lot
and treat my OGs like my pops

I’m comfortable as shit
no matter if I’m around Niggas with sticks
Or chilling with the kids they killers too so I’m taking a risk

It is what it is
That won’t change the way that I give
I’m passionate bout this and fear don’t have a place in where I live

I told y’all that we different
You kill from those who match ya pigment
I think you boys is bitches
never can have peace with you Niggas

I see the bigger picture
same way the panthers delivered
Coupled with the scripture
So when we fall Lord forgive us

And I still rep Yahweh over everything
Believers yelling gang gang
Romans had me unashamed

No matter what we rep his name
So evil we don’t tolerate
That’s why I never hesitate to tell a nigga bout the faith

And still (yeah)
You Kill a black man then you the opp
I ain’t bout to yell free you from them fucking cops

If you ain’t for our people then get off the block
You coons dead to me let yo body rot