Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Save Them, artist - AZ. Date of issue: 06.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Save Them |
| A traitor is not your brother |
| He hadn’t learned that yet |
| And unfortunately, brothers and sisters |
| Some of these kinds of people, we will have to execute |
| There are people among us that we will absolutely chop their heads completely |
| from their bodies for their betrayal of black people |
| This is real vomit, a monumental nigga, iconic |
| East coast fly shit, pay homage |
| As promised I display all the finest few reminders |
| I’m feared, don’t confuse my kindness, speak ebonics |
| Used to get bricks on consignment before rap was all that |
| Black power refinement this economics |
| Acknowledge through the eyes of my peers exotic wears |
| Watch glare like a mouth of veneers, my vibe’s rare |
| Dapper since the day of my birth |
| My first verse was like water for a nigga that thirst, we got it worse |
| Trapped on these streets in the same zone |
| Niggas getting bodied 'cause the beefing just came home |
| Shots at policemen every week and it change tones |
| Chicks on the shit, it’s the mix, I remain strong |
| The drama, honor what defines my persona |
| I’m from a genre of drug money getters and ganja |
| When we come to that position in time, that we have to execute you, |
| and we will carry out the sentence of death on you just like drinking water |
| and hang your head on a pole in the black community |
| What up gangsta? |
| Keep it popular, it’s like opera |
| Chilling in the one lanes, gazelle with my lockman on |
| Drug money bishop, used to cuddle blow in the swishes |
| Auto man, cocked out of suspicion |
| Always in the best of the best features, all I need is cameras |
| Surrounding us quick, go up the nina’s |
| Murdered up flashing, 213, me and my team |
| Alexander McQueen, «Chef, you turned on me» |
| Blowing more cream, wiping the enzo off in Queens |
| My ghost is botanical, check the genes |
| All the pea coats, peacock Kangols, yo the wave game Nemo |
| Foul styling young Al Pacinos |
| Huh the money get bigger, nigga, don’t make a nigga pull out |
| Sign you all, box you up little nigga |
| Meet me at the veteran’s lounge |
| I got lamb on this wild, I’m meeting my luck, my paper growling |
| You won’t sell us out, you’ll be buying your funeral |
| The future of our people is not to be compromised |
| It would be better that you were dropped in the bottom of the sea with a |
| millstone around your neck than to betray the legitimate aspirations of our |
| people |
| Yeah, high-profile life, my verse is a gift from the Most High |
| You should thank God for my rhymes |
| I don’t condone bullshit bars |
| The fuck is you talking about? |
| You just wanna be around stars |
| Knock a nigga out, make a nigga see stars |
| I knock off your head, you still wanna act hard |
| My gun smoke like ganja |
| Get you higher than life, yee, that bull give you wings |
| Bet ey’thang on P, he’s the showboat |
| Blast away a thing in the way of the lords |
| Lord to your death, don’t cross me |
| I’ll let you live if you don’t press charges on me |
| And know rats must die |
| Keep them far away from punk shit, we can’t buy |
| Don’t ever attach me with them |
| I own my catalog, nigga, you getting pimped |
| See these position hungry ports |
| All you need is a promise that you gon' be a big nigga |
| And you’ll sell out your people on a promise that the enemy will never fulfill |
| Keep on your feet |
| This is a day of separation |