BiG OG - Aboriginal Syndicates (Prod. Pete Rock, M&M. Kepson J) lyrics

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Damn it was a beautiful day
Sun was radiating,  the usual ray
Melodies coming from a church
Filled with musical plays
Youths gamble by the side
Playing Lucifer's games
Defeat to an African is very stupid to say
An African Man is surely bound to
Show a rooky his place (damn)
As the time pass slowly
Climb up to the hills a
Bunch of boys smoking low-key
U can get a pass, but don't act phoney
They don't wanna see u talking to the police
Or them niggahs get to clapping
Guns like it's a ceremony
See there's a reason I'm black
I Never leave the house without
My toolly fully strap


Niggas burst on me, Iswr I'm bursting back
I will die before hanging a
Leg and it's a fact
I Gang gang gang boy, we don't take it likely
See a niggah acting hard and I don't like him
Cause e dun tay when this
Nigga dun dey price me
I hit my squad, we pulling up like Isis
Step on the scene, I'm flashing my seven
Was aiming for his gold chains
I made him count to eleven
Told him "hand me your phone
With them stupid glasses
Don't you dear hesitate or
My gun start blasting
I've been waiting for this time
Amma about that action
Don't you try make an echo
In front of the captain?" yeah
I had his fears confirmed
You should see the look on his face
He was scared to death
I was on my beast mode wasn't loosing a sweat
And within my gang members
Wasn't loosing respect
And it goes bang, shot the niggah on his head
Left him in a pool while Jacket turn red
My niggahs result to wilding
I'm looking away cause the devil is smiling
It is what is
The game is all about surviving
Couple hours later you'll be
Hearing sounds of sirens
Product of my environment
I grew around violence
So what's up with the arms
Reloaded my pistol and tulk it
Back in my pants
Being male doesn't necessarily make u a man
U act tough
And I'm bound to hit u there where u stand
It's gang violence

I'm a hunter if I hit my game
Somebody is getting killed that day
I brought the hammer with the clips and blade
Somebody is getting Stitched on the face

Damn a southern boy
Who had dreams of playing ball
And all, having a good life
Stucked in a brawl
Now it's street raiding and gun fight
Something's involved
His conscience try to ring
His rejecting the call
Operations coming steady nothing
Popping at all there's no love, no mercy
The game is not friendly
You Fell into a trap
The system is all deadly
Faking u alright, killing would make u happy
But deep inside
The pain is what is happening
RIP Santana Finnest
Fuck ur bandanas we don't see
No colours on set
I'm rocking extra large shirts
Ontop bullet proof vest
This my city Lil boy hope u coming correct
Like ninjas in the block
How I move with my set lights out
With a dagger I put a hole in your chest
Ur gold chain with the skull
No dey send any threats
You in my zone, niggah I could burst in sec'
And ain't proud of what I'm doing
Get it how you live
Don't get caught up in the movement
Hope my story gets told about my wrongs
Finger out the Bentley in
The air toasting guns
Sometimes I get to question my existence
Story of another boy damaged by the system
The government is all part of the mission
They don't consider youths when
They envision a vision
And Very few men will decide
Either kill or be killed
Son I'm ready to die
Won't be caught off guard
Always heavy with nines a rebel on time
Always committing plenty of crimes
If there's an issue, with the pistol
We solve em
Cool fat dude, I echo before I dropped him
Approach you nicely, don't try to ignore me
The handgun is silent
Don't make me involve him
Deep in my heart is real ugly
Keep on the jiration and the town gets bloody
The pressure around, I couldn't resist
I'm hoping God hears a boy
And forgive him his sins
Forgive his ignorance
It's probably too late now
Hoping these youngs don't get caught
In the same round
Listen up, u gifted and you black
Don't try join the system
Cus the system is a trap lost ones

I'm a hunter if I hit my game
Somebody is getting killed that day
I brought the hammer with the clips and blade
Somebody is getting Stitched on the face