| Now, now, you, you
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| Preachers and leaders
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| You, you, administrators
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| You teachers
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| You leaders, you, are the worst
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| Bitch I’m Farrakhan with a blue rag
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| I want all beef, get toe-tagged
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| Don’t do pigs, motherfuck CRASH
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| Young warrior like Conan, Conan, Conan, Conan…
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| (… Generation of young black men and women…
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| Your day of leading them is finished!)
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| Bitch I’m Farrakhan with a blue rag
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| I want all beef, get toe-tagged
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| Don’t do pigs, motherfuck crash
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| Young warrior like Conan, Conan, Conan
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| Conan, Conan, Conan, Conan
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| (You can’t feel it?)
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| Read up on ISIS the other day
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| Bred up on violence, my phone on silent
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| Can’t call my bluff or anybody, k?
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| Anybody get touched any kind of way
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| Anyway, read up on ISIS they trippin'
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| I ain’t worried about it I’m crippin'
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| All my automatics extended
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| Don’t be coming around with that come around
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| Kill everybody, no witness
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| Bandana brown like my pigment
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| Yeah my alma mater like Bunchy Carter
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| I gun 'em down, I gun 'em down
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| I’m black, proud, and my mac loud
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| Five powers to the people
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| Walk up get down through the peephole
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| Cold game, cold case, nigga eat chrome
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| Coldchain
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| Bitch I’m Farrakhan with a blue rag
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| I want all beef, get toe-tagged
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| Don’t do pigs, motherfuck CRASH
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| Young warrior like Conan, Conan, Conan, Conan…
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| (When you talk to young people
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| You can’t feel that you’re missing them?)
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| Bitch I’m Farrakhan with a blue rag
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| I want all beef, get toe-tagged
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| Don’t do pigs, motherfuck CRASH
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| Young warrior like Conan, Conan, Conan
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| Conan, Conan, Conan, Conan
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| (And we don’t want to hear your compromising…)
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| Feeling godbody when I’m walking around here with that shotty
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| I don’t need a chronic, you gonna get that business if you try me
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| Bitch I’m radical, yeah, I’m radical, the automatics blow
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| Since the Reagan era niggas serve and front that Texaco
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| They hate what they can’t control, we don’t fuck with no patrol
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| Take it back to fifty-four, boy I’m sticking to them codes
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| My fist high, my clique ready
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| Hood look like Katrina when they broke the levees
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| My gun cocked, my hand steady
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| Arm out the window in a black Chevy, uh!
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| Bitch I’m Farrakhan with a blue rag
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| I want all beef, get toe-tagged
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| Don’t do pigs, motherfuck CRASH
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| Young warrior like Conan, Conan, Conan, Conan…
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| (Your day of using our people is over and it will never come back)
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| Bitch I’m Farrakhan with a blue rag
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| I want all beef, get toe-tagged
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| Don’t do pigs, motherfuck CRASH
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| Young warrior like Conan, Conan, Conan
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| Conan, Conan, Conan, Conan
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| (You have bought into the enemy and you want to lead your people, not to God,
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| not to Jesus, but you want to lead them into the path of their open enemy that
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| God has come to separate them from) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Farrakhan , by - Joey Fatts. Song from the album I'll Call You Tomorrow, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп