Saccz, Khalid Abdul Muhammad - What If / Wrong Enemies lyrics

Naybahood yoo man, I been doing a lot
Of thinking bout this gang banging shyt
Whole time we had this whole thing ass
Baccwards cuh we don’t even know
Why it started on some
Revolutionary shyt bLACC PANTHERS long live
Huey new, Fred hampton, and Bobby seale

Them Names Could neva go in
Vain homie fasho tho

WRONG Enemies but WHAT IF?

I’m Malcolm x
Cuz I’m gone get it that’s By any means
Make sure my snub congested case
I gotta sneeze on enemies
Sometimes I feel vulnerable on these
Cold New York city streets
Cuz I don’t know if God be hearing
When Im down on my knees


But, I’m Neva doley, 40 Stucc on me
Herbo skinny Jeans
You wouldn’t have made it thru what Ive
Done or many things I seen

My life a movie
NO COMIC but the drama and horror scenes
Even when I’m gone my soul gone
Scream I’m from R S C
Try be On different timing
It’s Time to end the geno-beef
But then I C a blood flag
AND Something Just get into me, mENTALLY
Now physically
I’m shedding blood n the streets
Sometimes I sit bacc like what this
Crip shyt done did to me?

Enough of the bro killing, need mo po killing
And no Im not tryna promote killing
But, if it’s how you make ya living
Just make sure it's not
Yo mothafuccin kinsman

You speak to them craccers
Look em dead in they eyes
Comprehend Every word they speak even
Though they tell lies
Trust they smiles, is suicide
Might lead to ya demise
And give tight handshakes
Just squeeze it until they cry
Stand tall my blacc Gods
Any weakness you should hide
Don't let the opposition see king
You betta have some pride
We in this shyt together
Know it’s me on ya side
Ima Ride, my brother in me you could confide

How good is a degree, when you
Ya peoples ain’t free
Disrespected daily but Told
Keep the positivity ya minds still enslaved
With ya brovas you want beef
They call us low life’s
Knowing they themselves are the thieves

Tell me How you a Crip
Don’t give a fucc bout ya community?
How you a blood
Don’t see brotherhood tween you and me?
Yea we got the fight but there’s No unity
If they taught us about ourselves
We wouldn’t play truancy

You gotta love That rich blacc skin you in
The brightest of stars have a
Tough time getting in
Keep the fraud love, i like mines genuine
Fucc the money, uplift ya people
Then you win
And you don’t know willie Lynch?
Well lemme fill you in
Sicc fucca had it planned for you
To hate the skin you in

See we as people were always tight
He said separate Darks from the light
If they love one another
They’ll overpower us, make them fight
Emasculate the blacc man
Rape him in front his wife
They need to love, respect, trust
And rely on only whites
Those blaccs are our properties
Like our horses, fucc they rights
This system I created keep it going FOUR
For centuries wit all your might

Now it’s up to you what the fucc you gone do
Don’t have to be product of environment
Just watch who influence you
Everything I spew is true
Uni blue but my blacc fist to the sky
One time for big bro Huey New

Our people still be wrapped up N them chains
Them chokers too tight
Or ice may be freezin up they brains
They throw away they morals
If had any for the fame
Come bacc & complain when craccers don’t
Treat em like they the same

They sell they soul for the gold
Do anything for records sold
Word to Allah i’ll get hung before I Eva fold
Media and textbooks, nothin but white lies
Being told, in my Farrakhan voice
Enemies must reap what they have sown
Moral of the story, we still slaves
That’s not freedom
Even my Cro’s behind bars
I pray that GOD free dem
From the MENTAL THAT JAMMED EM UP
And the craccers that keep em
Don’t wanna join em
Disrespect be my only reason
Ain’t no marrying no white bytch
Homie that’s treason
Long Live Khalid Muhammad LORD KNOWS
This World Need Him

Fasho tho what if we all came together tho?
Run it up run it uppp
It’s Marathon bytch naybahood