BLACK MARKET MILITIA - The Struggle lyrics

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[Intro: Killah Priest]

Cheeba cheeba y'all (uh)

Cheeba cheeba y'all, don't stop

Yo... yo, yo

[Chorus x2: Killah Priest]

Get that money, money, money, y'all, yeah

Support the struggle with your hustle, y'all, yeah

We need enough guns, nuff funds, nuff weed

Till y'all could burn, listen till our sadeed

[William Cooper]

I show both sides of the coin, we angels with dirty faces

Some say the love the wicked, more deadly than the hatred

Life's a bitch, so just face it (face it)

When out of control, that mouth piece is dangerous

Know when to put the clamp on, chill out, put ya breaks on

You better watch the tone, if you wanna keep your face on

Be all knowledge, that's pursuit of wisdom

Give me the word, guy, I waste them dirty, tray eight, lace them

With no fingerprint traces, I flatline your airtime

You'll be suprised on what's heard on the grapevine

My box cutter don't stutter, sirens bring handcuffs

Believe me, that's hood life, time's is rough

Ya'll lady luck, like Deebo, stack chains with your necks

Flex muscle, got a strong arm for corporate checks

Gem Star the Regime, Black Market, the movement

Like, look and he deliver, we eatin' your food, man

[Chorus x2]

[Killah Priest]

It's the Market, the projects again

It's that hard shit, that God is within

I pick up pens, and put them to lens

So y'all can see crystal clear, it's official, we here

Black Market, the God sick, watch us pay homage

Priest, Trag', both gettin' massages by

Dime pieces, the rhyme thesis

The mind eases, the nine releases

Punk police, we police our own hood

Brownsville, Queensbridge, move around like wolves

Can't forget, Gates Ave., taking a cab

Up late in the lab, I'm finished, you take it Trag'

[Tragedy Khadafi]

Yeah, is it the struggle, it's the hustle music on the juggle

I spit it for black babies, just to show you that I love you

Little Assata's, little Malcolm's, little Mandela's

Make fun of your skin color, that's because they really jealous

The full lips and wide noses on the realest soldiers

It's way they despise us, and they just really oppose us

Now I ain't racist, I'm just tryin' tell you what the case is

Feelin' discrimination, when I walk in different places

But I'm the truth, and I'm a king and God told me so

I translated the greatest, so that the babies know

And to my women, y'all are queens, and we gon' win

I love y'all hair, I love y'all face, I love y'all brown skin

I love y'all most, because you stand behind us black men

[Chorus x2]