Pete Rock, Tragedy Khadafi, Sticky Fingaz, Cappadonna - Strange Fruit lyrics

[Pete Rock, Tragedy Khadafi, Sticky Fingaz, Cappadonna - Strange Fruit lyrics]

Subliminal thug-ism, rap mysticism
For all my niggas locked with
Life in state prison
We combinate, like dime piece and sperm jizm
Queens niggas goin' to trial
Just sit and listen
Fake crooks come in all types of categories
Beat you in the head with
Lies and war stories
Claimin' that they name ring
Bells in territories
With Fat Cat, Al Capone, Scarface
Meanwhile, they goin' to trial for rape case
You weak, I punch you in face, cut your face
You halfway, wannabe thug, stay snitchin'
Latin King, surgery-type with face stichin'
The house game, messhall style
Play in the kitchen
Allow me a God, for real, it's Allah position
Performers, weak convicts you
Shouldn't fool wit they foul
Snitchin' on the niggas they
Went to school wit but now
You catch them in the club
On some smooth shit
Shuh poww! Blow 'em out the
Frame on some prove shit
I'm not the type of cat you wanna fool wit
It's strange fruit, yo

The world plant seeds in my mind
Strange fruit
Survivalist, basing my life on rap loot
It's the truth
(The world plant seeds in my mind
Strange fruit
Survivalist, basing my life on rap loot
It's the truth)

Aiyo, the world plant seeds in my mind
Then it's dart time
They used to be crime, scary hours
Robberies and big chrome nines in Park Hill
When the cameras don't never be off
I live inside the TV
These words is hot sauce
Put your mind back together
Killa Bees of course
Church in the studio, life you can't abort
Pete Rock and Don make the
World pay child support
You under arrest for givin' out stress
I'm not settlin' for less
Each bags? Midtown, in the Wild, Wild West
Representin' some deep impact
Aluminum Wu bat, I got it like dat
Slang combat i plant two seeds in your head
Kid stand back (What? What? What?)

Nigga you know better
I blow three thru ya 'Lo sweater
Fuck what you think, I'm bustin', you blink
Nigga see me in the club
Start duckin' and tuckin' they link
Like I resorted to robbin'
Niggas for table scraps
In the hood we do away with cats
And in the river threw away the gats
Everywhere I go turn crime scene
Knowhatimean?!
Don't make me trip, make me flip
Be so much bloodshed, you think I'm Crip
Even before I signed the contract
I always was respected
Couldn't give a fuck if I
Never sold another record
I ain't in it for the cream
As wild as it seem
Battle me and win? hahahah! In your dreams!
I'm still a young nigga
Straight up dumb nigga
For no apparent reason
Pull out the gun nigga
It's not the drugs nigga, I just a thug nigga
So whatcha wanna swallow
Your pride or blood nigga?!

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