DOWN BY LAW (Explicit) - Killer Mike/CeeLo Green

Lyrics by：Warryn Campbell/Michael Render/Corey Moore/Thomas Callaway/Damien Romel Farmer lll/Curtis Mayfield

Composed by：Warryn Campbell/Michael Render/Corey Moore/Thomas Callaway/Damien Romel Farmer lll/Curtis Mayfield

Produced by：Cory Mo

I just think timin' is everything

Like nigga this it this this one right here

That ain't easy

Stay motivated stay inspired

I owe it to myself stay down on it

And it ain't been hard throughout the journey

It's been a journey

Ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh

Hey ayy ah

Hello hello my niggas

Hello and hello my niggas

Please keep it mellow my niggas

I'm sippin' yellow my nigga

You itchin' and twitchin' and glitchin' my nigga

Listen my nigga shh

Snakes in your circle and them ******* hissin' my nigga

My nigga don't listen

One thing I hate 'bout my nigga

So I just pray 'bout my nigga

Nigga it's hard

Niggas done gave up on God

Maybe God gave up on us

Maybe she angry we worshippin' all these

False idols so devils just prayin' on luck

This for the junkie the fiend and the loser

Prayin' to God in the back of a cruiser

I pray that prison can cure your addiction

And devil's affliction don't hurt you no more

Needin' no reason but I'll let you know

I was so young when I stood at that store

That I did not know that the money you paid me

Was meant for your babies and now they just poor

It was just business my nigga

I am not vicious my nigga

I had no vision my nigga

I wanted Gucci and Fendi my nigga

Gucci Givenchy my nigga

But no know them crackers ain't love us my nigga

All of them crackers said **** us my nigga

Mad 'cause they women in love with the God

They **** us and suck us and love us my nigga

Back to the trap back to the Dickies and buffs

Lookin' like I drive a truck

******* my ***** **** better be rich

She buy a new bag of w**d

Goddamnit I don't understand it

But if she's an addict this Gucci

Purse gon' get her geeked

Thick with an a*s

She is as bad as bad

Pretty as Coretta Scott

All that I got

She got the face of a model

She got the heart of Asada

She from the gutter my nigga

Wife and a mother my nigga

Winnin' together my nigga

Free Leonard Pelletier my nigga Obama

Please free our mama my nigga

Asada my nigga

Peace to Mutulu my nigga

Heart of a Zulu my nigga

Free Larry Hoover my nigga

Free Jeff Fort my nigga

**** all the courts my nigga

Movin' like Malcolm and Martin and King

Lift every voice this the song that I sing

Born in the womb of a beautiful teen

I am a beautiful wonderful thing

I am a king my woman's a queen

Master of hearts say that we are the God

I stand it hard like John Henrik Clarke

Even of my days of whippin' it hard

I'll tell the devil that black man is God

Keepin' it player just playin' my part

Lean on my demon and post in a post

Jewelry all gleamin' like Rakim Allah

My Eric B is my nine in the car

You try to me get nine in your jaw

Bless all the felons that handled it raw

**** all the tellers that ran to the law

Watch out for the hitters with sticks in the car

My name is Michael on down by law

On down by law

On down by law

Won't you help us so hardly

Father holy father

Like I could show with the

Mother I wish I was your mamma

Like nobody's gonna live forever

And neither have I

Two shots for the city that

Raised me Atlanta Georgia

Thanks for the praise that

You gave me something for ya

Because without it nobody

Would've known that I was even alive

I'm down

For and Paul

This **** is so Atlanta

Down by law