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2020. Serial killers. SOS. Summer of Sam. Yeah. SOS, check a bitch on sight. Times may change, tigers can't change they stripes. Paths may cross, other paths should not. We the gang, gang, the gang, we all we Got. We are all we got. We are all we got. We are all we got. We are all we got. We are all we got. We the gang, gang, the gang, we all we Got. Education of self, generational wealth. Stimulus check on the first, shit'll be gone by The 12th. The middle class is wiped out, America shut down. No NBA buckets, ain't no throwing no touchdowns. People living in fear, alone with they own thoughts, And that's a dangerous thing 'cause niggas got no Heart. The great white shark bite got blood in The water. Late night gun fights, detained at the Border. How the fuck they gon' find out a Tiger in a zoo got this fucking COVID-19 virus Before you? Okay, right. Something wrong with this shit. Niggas eating shit sandwiches for internet clicks. What the fuck? We was sick before the virus Hit. Only the strong and steady minds will come Up out of it. There are dark days ahead, so I pulled out The pen and pad and this is what it Said. SOS, check a bitch on sight. Times may change, tigers can't change they stripes. Paths may cross, other paths should not. We the gang, gang, the gang, we all we Got. We are all we got. We are all we got. We are all we got. We are all we got. We are all we got. We the gang, gang, the gang, we all we Got. I ain't feeling the news, they got you Confused and fearful. Saying goodbyes as friends die, you're tearful. Political lies through party lines are near full. Leaving us behind, waving goodbye in the rear view. People divided, not even a virus could unite us. Pull us apart, it's the art of war, meant To divide us. Clearance the highest for a chosen Few. Overview, they don't give a fuck about no Soul, it's overdue. For the time being, Looking over you, watching you, clocking you, Locking you in, you feeling blocking you. You don't feel like talking to anyone, you're so Biased, and you're asking me the question. Who the fuck got the virus? 'Cause they acting like we all infected. Fear and paranoia flying all directions. Ahmad Arbery's death, that's Ahmadu lynching. Made niggas pay up, pay homage, and pay attention. Take a look at what they cooking in the Devil's kitchen. That ain't chicken, that's a bunch Of people dead missing. We are way past too hard-headed to listen. This is right here, right now, make a decision. Now what the fuck you niggas mean that I Can't go to work if I ain't got the Vaccine? Shit, you wanna track and trace me? This gon' end up in the motherfucking streets. Watch. SOS, check a bitch on sight. Times may change, tigers can't change they stripes. Paths may cross, other paths should not. We the gang, gang, the gang, we all we Got. We are all we got. We are all we got. We are all we got. We are all we got. We are all we got. We the gang, gang, the gang, we all we Got.
Xzibit, B-Real, Demrick — Summer of Sam
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