Product of yours truly
FBI put us in pictures like its a movie
Dossiers with black faces
Gotta watch out how twelve is building cases
Pipeline to prison these c***suckers racist
I aint got time for n****s thats on that fake sh**
Rats and them fleas talking thats a plea bargain
I should be in the business of fumagation
And just to suare up things
Imma spray the whole city like the airbursh king
I go Bilbo Baggins for the ring
Word to Mike Rose I Will Go Ham for the green
Im grinding, the album $9.99
Reprised Im back to selling dimes
I never thought I say it again
You know its B-l-a-c-k on da end I know that
This is what they ask for
This is what they fo 80's baby crack flow (Rewind to '89)
Crack baby I was born in the crack spot
15 learned how to sell hit the jackpot
Lil dirty n***a cooking O's in a glass pot
Police kicking in the door like they Matlock
Pissed they aint find no dope, just a fat knot
Then they wanna call me n***a but he a black cop
Tell a white cop he a h*e, eat a fat c**k
Lil blue pig in a suit, he a mascot
Need a boss eat the dog in the sandlot
King of the rose Im the n***a with dem lamb chops
Ready to explode like shaking up a can pop
Puffy send a n***a for the cake then the band flop
Presidential Grand gotcha chick giving hand jobs
Raised off Bush and Reagan where n****s had jobs
Pops was the head of the house dem n****s had pride
Same n****s locked in the cell the other half died
Butsed for the sh** they was giving and now they have nots
All the real n****s in prison behind a padlock
Mothers crying daily they babies killing for bags now
90's era 80's is over we live in bad times
This is what they ask for
This is what they fo 80's baby crack flow (Rewind to '89)
Product of a dope fiend n***a, heard grams cry
Moms locked up in prison, then my dad died
30 to life was the sentence the judge hand down
Couple uncs trapped by the system, others had lives
Found out karma a b***h, still they had wives
Kita up the block wit dem killers, clocking grands now
N****s went from fighting to guns, overstand how
Now I got the bag on woodward, and dem vans out
On the scene hardly could miss me, cause I stand out
See Snake all in my eyes Im wit my mans now
I was fascinated with pistols they in my hand now
Raised in a house full of women cause all the men died
Hustled in the spot all night didnt take no hand outs
Thought i had nothing to lose but then my Grams died
Seen Big Glo in a coffin I understand how
N****s fall victim to struggle cause now my mans high
And the things I seen in my lifetime
Most of which is the reason I recite rhymes
Son of the morning I was fraile at times
Known to daywalk but prefer the night time
This is what they ask for
This is what they fo 80's baby crack flow (Rewind to '89)
Ask Fo (feat. Hunned Grand, Slim Bundy) Video (MV)
Performed By: Black the Freethinka
Length: 4:13
Written by: Anthony Dobbins, Burt Pickett Jr, Terrance Hill
Black the Freethinka - Ask Fo (feat. Hunned Grand, Slim Bundy) Lyrics
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Product of yours truly
FBI put us in pictures like its a movie
Dossiers with black faces
Gotta watch out how twelve is building cases
Pipeline to prison these c***suckers racist
I aint got time for n****s thats on that fake sh**
Rats and them fleas talking thats a plea bargain
I should be in the business of fumagation
And just to suare up things
Imma spray the whole city like the airbursh king
I go Bilbo Baggins for the ring
Word to Mike Rose I Will Go Ham for the green
Im grinding, the album $9.99
Reprised Im back to selling dimes
I never thought I say it again
You know its B-l-a-c-k on da end I know that
This is what they ask for
This is what they fo 80's baby crack flow (Rewind to '89)
Crack baby I was born in the crack spot
15 learned how to sell hit the jackpot
Lil dirty n***a cooking O's in a glass pot
Police kicking in the door like they Matlock
Pissed they aint find no dope, just a fat knot
Then they wanna call me n***a but he a black cop
Tell a white cop he a h*e, eat a fat c**k
Lil blue pig in a suit, he a mascot
Need a boss eat the dog in the sandlot
King of the rose Im the n***a with dem lamb chops
Ready to explode like shaking up a can pop
Puffy send a n***a for the cake then the band flop
Presidential Grand gotcha chick giving hand jobs
Raised off Bush and Reagan where n****s had jobs
Pops was the head of the house dem n****s had pride
Same n****s locked in the cell the other half died
Butsed for the sh** they was giving and now they have nots
All the real n****s in prison behind a padlock
Mothers crying daily they babies killing for bags now
90's era 80's is over we live in bad times
This is what they ask for
This is what they fo 80's baby crack flow (Rewind to '89)
Product of a dope fiend n***a, heard grams cry
Moms locked up in prison, then my dad died
30 to life was the sentence the judge hand down
Couple uncs trapped by the system, others had lives
Found out karma a b***h, still they had wives
Kita up the block wit dem killers, clocking grands now
N****s went from fighting to guns, overstand how
Now I got the bag on woodward, and dem vans out
On the scene hardly could miss me, cause I stand out
See Snake all in my eyes Im wit my mans now
I was fascinated with pistols they in my hand now
Raised in a house full of women cause all the men died
Hustled in the spot all night didnt take no hand outs
Thought i had nothing to lose but then my Grams died
Seen Big Glo in a coffin I understand how
N****s fall victim to struggle cause now my mans high
And the things I seen in my lifetime
Most of which is the reason I recite rhymes
Son of the morning I was fraile at times
Known to daywalk but prefer the night time
This is what they ask for
This is what they fo 80's baby crack flow (Rewind to '89)
FBI put us in pictures like its a movie
Dossiers with black faces
Gotta watch out how twelve is building cases
Pipeline to prison these c***suckers racist
I aint got time for n****s thats on that fake sh**
Rats and them fleas talking thats a plea bargain
I should be in the business of fumagation
And just to suare up things
Imma spray the whole city like the airbursh king
I go Bilbo Baggins for the ring
Word to Mike Rose I Will Go Ham for the green
Im grinding, the album $9.99
Reprised Im back to selling dimes
I never thought I say it again
You know its B-l-a-c-k on da end I know that
This is what they ask for
This is what they fo 80's baby crack flow (Rewind to '89)
Crack baby I was born in the crack spot
15 learned how to sell hit the jackpot
Lil dirty n***a cooking O's in a glass pot
Police kicking in the door like they Matlock
Pissed they aint find no dope, just a fat knot
Then they wanna call me n***a but he a black cop
Tell a white cop he a h*e, eat a fat c**k
Lil blue pig in a suit, he a mascot
Need a boss eat the dog in the sandlot
King of the rose Im the n***a with dem lamb chops
Ready to explode like shaking up a can pop
Puffy send a n***a for the cake then the band flop
Presidential Grand gotcha chick giving hand jobs
Raised off Bush and Reagan where n****s had jobs
Pops was the head of the house dem n****s had pride
Same n****s locked in the cell the other half died
Butsed for the sh** they was giving and now they have nots
All the real n****s in prison behind a padlock
Mothers crying daily they babies killing for bags now
90's era 80's is over we live in bad times
This is what they ask for
This is what they fo 80's baby crack flow (Rewind to '89)
Product of a dope fiend n***a, heard grams cry
Moms locked up in prison, then my dad died
30 to life was the sentence the judge hand down
Couple uncs trapped by the system, others had lives
Found out karma a b***h, still they had wives
Kita up the block wit dem killers, clocking grands now
N****s went from fighting to guns, overstand how
Now I got the bag on woodward, and dem vans out
On the scene hardly could miss me, cause I stand out
See Snake all in my eyes Im wit my mans now
I was fascinated with pistols they in my hand now
Raised in a house full of women cause all the men died
Hustled in the spot all night didnt take no hand outs
Thought i had nothing to lose but then my Grams died
Seen Big Glo in a coffin I understand how
N****s fall victim to struggle cause now my mans high
And the things I seen in my lifetime
Most of which is the reason I recite rhymes
Son of the morning I was fraile at times
Known to daywalk but prefer the night time
This is what they ask for
This is what they fo 80's baby crack flow (Rewind to '89)
Writer: Anthony Dobbins, Burt Pickett Jr, Terrance Hill
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid