Paris - Bush Killa Lyrics
*30 seconds of Bush news snippets*"Ooooh look, it's the president! Hey Mr. President!" "Okay, there he go. Easy, easy, don't lose sight, wait Two, three and...NOW!" *gunshots, screaming*Here I go, an angry brother finna make his move (P Dog)But can I buck him in the city so I never lose? (P Dog)See I'm a get him the crowd with a couple heavies (P Dog)And lay the barrel to the ground, hold the gat steady (P Dog)And now I'm ready for my adversary, talk is cheap (P Dog)I'm looking for a way to make a plan and keep it neat (P Dog)And check it out and make around and pick a rooftop (P Dog)And get a spot where the view's hot, set up shop (P Dog)Cause all I wanna see is mother*****ing brains hanging (P Dog)Another level when it's me and Devils gangbanging (P Dog)So don't be telling me to get the nine, violent spirit (P Dog)Cause when I'm violent is the only time the devils hear it (P Dog)Rat-tat-tat goes the gat to his devil's face (P Dog)I hope he think about how he done us when he lay to waste (P Dog)And get the feeling of the peeling from the other side>From guns given to my people from my own kind (P Dog)So get with Ollie cause I'm probably fin to make you mad (P Dog)I'm steady waiting for the day I get to see his ass (P Dog)And give him two from the barrel of a black guerrilla (P Dog)And that's real from the mother*****ing Bush Killa *laughing* "I understand that time is running out"Now who is able to make war with the beast?It starts with "P"Trumpets sound when I push the programAnd set my sight on a serpent manSwinging the sword of the righteousMake devils drop and they just can't spite thisGenocide and the minds of men makeBrothers like me fill up with hateI smell a skunk in the airCause your program still ain't fairSo who you wanna blame for the Hate That Hate Made?When P let off and pigs get sprayedY'all wanna kill off the black man?But I know your master planSo we'll see who stops the black guerrillaP Dog the Bush Killa It's P Dog the Bush KillaTolerance is getting thinnerCause Iraq never called me "nigger"So what I wanna go off and fight a war for?You best believe I got your draft cardSo bad to hate somebody elseBut much worse to hate yourselfVictim to the mentacide of the double-wideMost black folks be made to dieKeeping 'em on and onKeeping ya on and onNow my brother down south said "***** the Police"I'm saying "No Justice, No Peace"So why'd you stick 'em like that?Cause everybody want to get the blackBut we'll see who stop the black guerrillaP Dog the Bush Killa "He's been shot!""The president is dead"Yeah, it's P Dog the Bush Killa "Nodbody move, just stay where you are"So where's he at?I just might wait for his mother*****ing ass on a rooftop next tourBucking stone cause I'm known to play for keepsLay low to the flow and keep it neatAnd send his ass home belly upShould've listened to the facts that the black's been telling yaIt's no suprise that a brother's got wiseNow rat-tat-tat-tat, it's an eye for an eyeNow I'm in it, got to die before we seeThat mother*****ers don't give a damn for you or meSo wear a vest on your chest and the rest stand stillFor P Dog the Bush Killa
