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(Bloody murder, murder, murder) The paper read "murder, black-on-black murder" Paper read "murder, black-on-black murder" again This is to the memory of Danroy Henry Too much enemy fire to catch a friendly Strays from the same shade nigga, we on the same team Giving you respect, I expect the same thing All-black everything, nigga you know my fresh code Iâm out here fighting for you, donât increase my stress load! Niggas watching the throne, very happy to be you Power to the people, when you see me, see you And Iâm from the murder capital where they murder for capital Heard about at least three killings this afternoon Looking at the news like "damn I was just with him after school" No shop class but half the school got a tool And a "I could die any day"-type attitude Plus his little brother got shot reppin' his avenue Itâs time for us to stop and redefine black power Forty one souls murdered in fifty hours The paper read "murder, black-on-black murder" The paper read "murder, black-on-black murder" again, murder again Is it genocide? 'Cause I can still hear his mama cry Know the family traumatized Shots left holes in his face about piranha-sized The old pastor closed the cold casket And said the church ainât got enough room for all the tombs Itâs a war going on outside we ainât safe from I feel the pain in my city wherever I go Three hundred and fourteen soldiers died in Iraq, Five hundred and nine died in Chicago I arrived on the day Fred Hampton died Uh, real niggas just multiply And they say by 21 I was supposed to die So Iâm out here celebrating my post-demise If you put crabs in a barrel to insure your survival You're gon' end up pulling down niggas that look just like you What up, Blood? What up, cous'? Itâs all black, I love us The paper read "murder, black-on-black murder" The paper read "murder, black-on-black murder" again, "Black-on black murder" again, "black-on-black murder" again Itâs a celebration of black excellence, black tie, black Maybachs Black excellence, opulence, decadence Tuxes next to the president, Iâm present I dress in Dries and other boutique stores in Paris In sheepskin coats, I silence the lambs Do you know who I am, Clarice? No cheap cologne whenever I âshh-shhâ Success never smelled so sweet I stink of success, the new black elite They say my Black Card bears the mark of the beast I repeat: my religion is the beat My verse is like church, my Jesus piece Now please, domino, domino Only spot a few blacks the higher I go Whatâs up to Will? Shout out to O That ainât enough.. we gonna need a million more "Kick in the door" Biggie flow Iâm all dressed up with nowhere to go Yeah itâs all messed up when itâs nowhere to go So we wonât take the time out 'til we reach the T-O-P From parolees to hold Gâs, sold keys, low keys We like the promised land of the OGâs In the past if you picture events like a black tie What the last thing you expect to see, black guys? Whatâs the life expectancy for black guys? The systemâs working effectively, thatâs why! Iâll be a real man and take care of your son Every problem you had before this day is now done New crib, watch a movie cause ainât nothin' on the news but the blues Hit the mall, pick up some Gucci, now ainât nothing new but your shoes Sunday morning, praise the Lord You're the girl that Jesus had been saving me for So letâs savor this moment and take it to the floor Black excellence, truly yours