Talib Kweli, Terra Tory, Suga Bang Bang, Free Murda - Certified Samurai lyrics

[Talib Kweli, Terra Tory, Suga Bang Bang, Free Murda - Certified Samurai lyrics]

Ha ha hahahaha, we gon' do
What we do right here, baby
You already know what it is, Division
Back in the building
Brooklyn, you see 'em? Haha
(yeah, come on) soldier hold ya sword high
Swing it like a Samurai Who are we?

We them breadwinning baby
Making, pill popping
Liquor sipping, blunt smoking, gun toting
See how these niggas living
Earn, burning word for ya, curb serving
Got you hooked by the first purchase
Birds chirping cops listening
With the gun sitting on they lap
Cuz of that, the t-shirt's on the block
Like 'stop snitching'
Living by the code of the samurai
Dreams put on hold like operators standing by
What you craft with your heart or your weapon
It's a question, what you craft with
A Glock or a message in a rhyme
I teach you little savage part
Of a lesson and choice
Between being a gangsta and an artist
Is the start of your ending
You can front like you a gangsta artist
But that ain't the smartest
Decision, niggas'll test you
Say you ain't the hardest, regardless
What you spare homey
RZA told me that the game is flipping
Nobody bent for me

Haha, you already know what it is
Murda is back in the building
Division, back in the building

Free Murda, dick longer than the OJ trial
Have your bitch backstage with
The Colgate smile
I'm on the back Glocks where
The coke ring loud
Bullets got flat tops like
They stole Kane's style
Warm 'em kid, you wanna flow, drain now
Get your whole brain out
Where your hoes hang out
It's killing me, everybody got cocaine nail
Stealing Free is like trying take
A old stain out
Your boy's on fire, my boat stays out
It's gon' take more than a wire
To close they mouth
Got a slice of that bread
Bags that you stole
You had a price on your head
Now that tag's on your toe
And you know that nigga dead
When the casket is closed
Off with his dreads
Keep the mag' in my clothes
I'm trying, real good, the semi' got loud up
You can die in your hood
Like Kenny from South Park

How many licks does it take
For me to hit the tootsie
Roll center of a break?
Yeah, how many hit's must you make
Before a man'll get his mule
And his forty ac's
How many licks does it take
For me to hit the tootsie
Roll center of a break?
Yeah, how many hit's must you make
Before a man'll get his mule
And his forty ac's

Soldier hold your sword high
Swing it like your certified
Now don't get all out of pride
From the Afro Samurai

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