BX Warrior

Chorus: He's a BX Warrior, warrior, warrior, warrior x4 I carry the weight you niggas is scared to touch I fought in a war You niggas is scared as fuck I paid my dues and rapped for free Ain't nobody held it down for the east like the d.o.g Snoop took the name X took the bark Next nigga take my shit going to lay in the park That's my word So go tell your man what you heard Tell them Dog is back and he's rhyming absurd Fuck running with 50 niggas that talk too much Rather buy a hundred shells that don't cost too much Hit all y'all niggas Spit one for all you y'all niggas Fuck with Tim Dog you going to fall young nigga I don't give a fuck about your block or your label Or your gear, but your bitch can come here I'm a fifteen year vet That means I don't sweat When I look around the game I see no threat Point him out Who's on top Who got the crown Rap shit, street shit I'll still shut him down Niggas always say "Why you mad B?" I look around the game and see all these tragedies These Hollywood rappers and studio wanksters With false identities never giving a thanks to To rappers who paid your dues to cause Oh bye the way, fuck the Source Dave Mays used to be my brother Lost respect when you put Martin Lawrence on the cover What the fuck is that? That's not Hip-Hop It's got to stop, nigga It's got to stop You want to know the true meaning of Hip-Hop? KRS, Biggie Smalls, Public Enemy and Pac And some of you rappers got me shocked How you let the record company run this spot Rakim taught knowledge of self Dr. Dre, greedy bastard didn't share the wealth And Russell Simmons got a billion for Def Jam And still won't give Nice and Smooth a hand Fuck it Give us fifty grand Help us make a plan Watch us take back our music from the fucking man What you run with Stan? Rather hand with Shady Eminem the best rapper, are you crazy? But that's what they do to rattle a brother Make 50 and Ja try to battle each other And just when we about to go to war Jimmy Iovine is taking over y'all You don't believe me? Well check the stats You ain't feeling me? I state the facts Farrakhan held a meeting to settle the rap war But no one showed up to settle the black war Everybody's to concerned with what we say in our rhyme But no one give a damn about a child with a nine You're all being controlled by the deaf and the blind You call it the government I call it house of swine When my album drop, I bet you try to take mine But I'm going out like them kids from Columbine Here's the bottom line We're running out of time Bush don't give a fuck about yours and mine He control you motherfuckers like telekinesis Through you plaques, through your phantoms and your Jesus pieces And now we're consumed with diseases I lost my uncle to aids and my father to cancer And you ain't got no money for an answer But you got money for your mansion Government expansion and advances You got money to attack in Iraq Then bring the all back nigga that's wack Here's more to the fact and more to the stack The military recruits more of us blacks We stand in the front line And bleed in the streets And we come back home with nothing to eat And y'all niggas got the nerve to criticize me From what I say in a record You don't like it, don't buy it But stepping to me, don't try it Cause if I die, I'm going to die on my own two feet And if I die it ain't going to be for free So fuck you pay me Chorus x1