NBA YoungBoy Dramatic Arrest Video Surface, Twitter Blames Tekashi69

Dramatic video footage of the moments leading up to the arrest of troubled 21-year-old rapper YoungBoy NBA has emerged and some folks on Twitter are pointing fingers to Tekashi69.

The rapper reportedly attempted to flee from the authorities after police pulled him over to arrest him on a federal warrant in Los Angeles yesterday. While NBA YoungBoy, whose real name is Kentrell Gaulden, is not seen in the video, at least two police vehicles can be seen manning a cordoned-off street. A helicopter can also be seen hovering overhead while cops and K-9 searched the area on the ground.

A police speaker is heard playing the message, “Come out with your hands raised and follow directions. If you do not, a police dog will be used to find you.

It’s not clear how long the rapper eluded the police, but he was eventually brought in and remained in custody. Details of the circumstances surrounding the warrant for his arrest are still not forthcoming.

Overnight, calls for the rapper’s freedom have begun to trend on social media. The hashtag ‘FreeYoungboy’ has been used more than 113,000 times on Instagram and is also trending on Facebook.

Footage of FBI searching NBA Youngboy pic.twitter.com/Ge87YV6TNu

— DatPiff (@DatPiff) March 23, 2021

One fan on Facebook said, “Youngboy really predicted this arrest in a song after they picked up 69 , IYKTYK #FreeYoungboy”, while another showed solidarity saying “#FREEYOUNGBOY… we going to hold it down until you get home.. lil brother” followed by a green heart emoticon. Urban Islandz recently reported that YoungBoy turned down a $1 million offer to collaborate with Tekashi 6ix9ine.

Sadly, the rapper’s loyal fanbase has grown accustomed to his legal woes. At the end of 2019, a judge granted the rapper an early release from house arrest, which he was sentenced to for his involvement in a 2016 Florida shooting incident that left an innocent bystander dead.

On the day of his release in 2019, James Manasseh, who was Youngboy’s attorney, said the Baton Rouge rapper would be possibly moving to Los Angeles. “Being in Baton Rouge isn’t conducive to him being able to grow and move forward,” his attorney had said.

It turns out that there is much trouble in the big city for the Southern rapper.

As soon as youngboy turned down tekashi 1mil offer for a feature he go to jail??????????

— Whittway?Dreworld? (@Big_ElDolce) March 23, 2021

Who turned Nba Youngboy arrest footage into gta? ? pic.twitter.com/J4UW39Qeku

— Project Vybz Tv (@project_vybz) March 23, 2021

nba youngboy and kodak black going to jail every other year pic.twitter.com/GHF7VX1147

— ? (@thebackendchiId) March 23, 2021

Arrest footage shows police used helicopters & more to track NBA Youngboy after he reportedly fled on foot ? pic.twitter.com/9ANx4seT6o

— My Mixtapez (@mymixtapez) March 23, 2021

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NBA YoungBoy Turns Down Lil Baby & 6ix9ine’s Collab Despite $1 Million Offer

YoungBoy Never Broke Again reportedly once turned down a feature with Lil Baby and $1 million for a feature with Tekashi 6ix9ine.

Even though he is one of the youngest in the game, NBA YoungBoy has always operated completely differently from his counterparts when it comes to his music. Before he even reached the legal drinking age, the Baton Rouge rapper released No. 1 albums, was named the ‘King of YouTube,’ and took a musical hiatus on several occasions for his own reasons.

While fans were already used to the rapper being so unorthodox in his career, they never could have imagined that they would learn that YoungBoy once left J. Cole hanging in the studio for eight hours, passing on the opportunity to collaborate with the iconic veteran rap star. For his own personal reasons, the rapper reportedly never showed up at the studio or had the courtesy to call. DJ Akademiks has shared some more anecdotes, and as it turns out, the 21-year-old rapper also once turned down the chance to team up with Atlanta rapper Lil Baby on a track.

In a recent commentary, DJ Akademiks recalled the time NBA YoungBoy rejected a Lil Baby collab which he thought at the time was pretty bizarre though he respected such a firm decision. “YoungBoy told me when Lil Baby hit him up for a feature,” Akademiks says in the clip. “I remember he told me, ‘Ak, I’m not doing music right now.’ And I remember saying, ‘YoungBoy, if you don’t f***ing do a song with Lil Baby, n***a …’”

Lil Baby

“Cause I gave him a whole list, I remember I sat in the car with him, I told him a whole list of n***as who he should do songs with,” he continued. “And I remember him telling me, ‘You know I can’t do a song with him.’ He was telling me all type of beefs, I was like, I didn’t know the beef was that deep. I get it. But I’m telling you the facts. This n***a YoungBoy, he don’t care about that sh*t. I remember telling him, ‘This is a no f***ing brainer.’ And he was just like, ‘Bro, I don’t care.’”

According to a rumor circulating online, YoungBoy Never Broke Again also once turned down a feature with Tekashi 6ix9ine. After the rainbow-haired rapper’s public downfall in his high profile racketeering case, which saw him become a federal informant and help bring down several members of the Nine Trey Blood gang, artists were staying wide of him and still are for fear of being associated with “a rat.”

It was, therefore, a lot less surprising to hear that NBA YoungBoy allegedly refused $1 million for that collaboration. 6ix9ine did eventually find a Platinum-selling No. 1 hit with the Nicki Minaj-assisted “Trollz” but we are yet to see any other artists take that risk. What may seem less understandable is how YoungBoy could have said no to a feature with Apple Music’s 2020 Artist of the Year, Lil Baby, but we suppose the beef was just “that deep,” as DJ Akademiks suggested.

Would you have been down with a collaboration between YoungBoy and Lil Baby?

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Boosie Badazz – Big Bread Lyrics (feat. Bwill, Mozzy & RG)

[Intro]
My uncle cooked crack on the west end
Tried to take his life twice, Jesus stepped in

[Verse 1]
My Jacket cemetary full of dead skins (Dead)
I’m tryna win my bro a [?], a perfect ten
It’s some pussy ass niggas on that end (Yeah)
Beefing hard all summer, win her best friend
Nigga came to the city and he checked in (Bitch)
Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand, [?] ten
[?], I know smokers with some dead friends
If the devil come knocking, don’t let him in
When I pull up, it’s a red on red Christmas Benz
[?] say less, it’s finesse, is you gon’ get in
Shot that boy in the head, he got cradle cap
And he square like a Ramen noodle flavor pack
Guilty by association, bitch you date a rat
It’s your mammy and your daddy, that’s who made a rat
Mr shoot through your windshield
Mr rolling up a ten pill
Mr go and get your kid killed
I grew up in the 90’s, nigga it’s been real
All he wanted is a hat, he on his tenth kill

[Chorus]
I had to go put in work for the block
Before them thirty, I rocked with the stock
I had dope in my socks, put them knots in the box
Pray for the day that my [?] get popped
We some foreign slidin’ niggas
Big bread winners
Have you ever seen a bitch drop draws in a minute?
Lil bitch, we them niggas
What they mad for?
Ayy, just go and get your bag, ho

[Verse 2: Bossie Badazz]
Just to go and get your kin killed
Live your life, get your money, rep your dead friends (Bleek)
Rappers come to Baton Rouge, gotta check in (With me)
Little [?] ghost, man I make the best [?] (Yeah)
Boosie boys like the Detroit [?]
Free lil’ Ralo, all them niggas off the west end
Grind nigga, get your red on red Christmas Benz
f**k a bitch, dog a bitch, make her talk about it
Don’t rap back, kill that nigga, now you really [?]
They need to make a hearse for these niggas
Put a skirt on these niggas
That’s how they talk, a nigga [?]
My nigga [?] is walking down 28
Judge gave him 3 for 1, we don’t never play
We on that weed, yes indeed puttin’ it in their face (Yeah, nigga)
Back on it, like we back sellin’ 28
f**k around, say my name, let the game begin
Devil knocking at my door, f**k that nigga, man

[Chorus]
I had to go put in work for the block
Before them thirty, I rocked with the stock
I had dope in my socks, put them knots in the box
Pray for the day that my [?] get popped
We some foreign slidin’ niggas
Big bread winners
Have you ever seen a bitch drop draws in a minute?
Lil bitch, we them niggas
What they mad for?
Ayy, just go and get your bag, ho

[Verse 3: Mozzy]
Yeah, ay, where he live? Pull up on him, send the killers by
Pray his momma watch him die, that’s how I feel about it
[?] but bitch, I still abide
The resume is impeccable, we solidified
I just hope I’m forgiven for all the genocide
Ain’t never stood over humans, them niggas living lies
Drop another deposit, I set that shit aside
My lil’ brother took 30, be back in 55
They slip and slide, we gon’ slide before we slip
‘Cause we done slipped too many times, my niggas died behind this shit (Yeah)
On G-O-D, I’m suicidal with this stick
‘Cause I know if them people catch me, I’ma die inside the Benz

[Verse 4]
I put dope inside spots
Had hoes selling twat
Bust a Rollie down with rocks
Put extendos in Glocks
I put it on your top
Don’t be playing with my cash
We ain’t jumping on the stand
We gon’ lay in niggas grass
Yeah, the feds on my ass
So, I gotta move smart
We got pounds of the gas, that don’t mean I gotta fart
Bust down with all glass, you could see me from afar
Put your hands on me, nigga, I’ll put your ass apart
Read my nigga paperwork, that shit broke a nigga heart
I done ran my paper up, pussy boy, let’s go to war
Handcuffs on my wrist, I can still see the scars
Now , it’s 60 on wrist, free my niggas in the yard, nigga

Vic Mensa – We Could Be Free

[Intro]
We could be free
If we only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
One thing I believe I could learn
To see my enemy as my brother
Then we could be free, truly
And love could wash away our sorrows
I’m not afraid to bleed
If it means, we’ll make them better today not tomorrow

[Verse 1]
One day I dream of telling my momma
"You ain’t gotta work no more"
Same for my father, born in Ghana, down on that dirt road floor
As far as he came I can’t complain, but pain is so subjective
Spend so much time countin’ issues, I forget to count
My blessings
Watch my cousins back at home, getting water out a well
While I watch my brother stacking stone, whippin’ water by the scale
Tryna’ get a mill’ on the other side
They ain’t got a meal, we don’t recognize we in heaven
So we think we live in hell
It’s been getting kinda hard to tell
But

[Bridge]
Sometimes I wake up and I look up at the sky
Asking why I’m alive when the realest niggas died
And my pride won’t let me give up, lord as hard as I try
In those times I try to remember

[Hook]
That we could be free
If we only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
One day, I believe I’d learn
To see my enemy as my brother
Then we could be free, truly
And love could wash away our sorrows
I’m not afraid to bleed
If it means, we’ll make them better today not tomorrow

[Verse 2]
I don’t want to wait for the afterlife
I don’t want a vigil by candle light
I don’t want to be the new sacrifice
I don’t want to turn into a poltergeist
Be a ghost at night full of broken dreams
Momma cryin’ at an open casket
Cold as ice in a suit, 3 piece
All dressed up for Sunday masses
Pastor said put faith in God
But faith alone can’t make things right
Who the fuck is you to patronize
Somebody’s son whose daddy died?
Why they flood Baton Rouge?
Why the city singing Alton’s blues?
Why, why, why, why?
I feel like Jadakiss every time I watch the news
What the fuck I got to lose?
So I’m down to bleed if it means things improve
You fools, saying "all lives matter"
But it’s black lives you refuse include
Blocked from the polls
Locked in the hood, trying to stop you from voting and stop you from growing
And cops keep blowing and blowing
Keep black people locked into cotton
They don’t want you to own, but

[Bridge]
Sometimes I wake up and I look up in the sky
Asking why I survived all the days that I could have died
Who am I in my place
To contemplate suicide?
In those times I try to remember

[Hook]
That we could be free, truly
If we’d only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
But I believe I’d learn
To see my enemy as my brother
Then we could be free, you and me
And we could wash away our sorrows
I’m not afraid to bleed, if it means
We’ll make them better today not tomorrow

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign and Vic Mensa]
Love (love)
Love (love)
To love my enemy as my brother
(yeah yeah yeah)
Make my enemy my brother
Woah, oh, oh, oh
Enemy my brother

Kevin Gates Is Back To Making Music First Video Of Rapper Surface

Kevin Gates is back home and already he is working on some new music.

The number one rule for rappers getting out of prison is to strike while the iron is hot. Kevin Gates has been trending on Twitter since his release from prison on Wednesday so what better time to drop some new music. Akademiks posted a video showing the Baton Rouge rapper at his home with some friends listening to some unreleased music.

Kevin Gates also posted a simple message for his fans on Instagram saying, “I’m him.” His fans on Twitter have been celebrating his return home but it’s still not clear when we will get some new music. Gates was sentenced to 30 months in prison for a gun charge in Illinois last year but only served 9 before he was released on parole. As a condition of his probation, he cannot be in possession of any firearm and music be supervised at all times.

At the very least we can expect an album from the Louisiana rapper this year now that he is free to hit the studio.

#kevingates officially out of prison and back home.

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Vic Mensa – We Could Be Free (On The Late Show) (Live)

[Intro]
We could be free
If we only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
One thing I believe I could learn
To see my enemy as my brother
Then we could be free, truly
And love could wash away our sorrows
I’m not afraid to bleed
If it means, we’ll make them better today not tomorrow

[Verse 1]
One day I dream of telling my momma
"You ain’t gotta work no more"
Same for my father, born in Ghana, down on that dirt road floor
As far as he came I can’t complain, but pain is so subjective
Spend so much time countin’ issues, I forget to count
My blessings
Watch my cousins back at home, getting water out a well
While I watch my brother stacking stone, whippin’ water by the scale
Tryna’ get a mill’ on the other side
They ain’t got a meal, we don’t recognize we in heaven
So we think we live in hell
It’s been getting kinda hard to tell
But

[Bridge]
Sometimes I wake up and I look up at the sky
Asking why I’m alive when the realest niggas died
And my pride won’t let me give up, lord as hard as I try
In those times I try to remember

[Hook]
That we could be free
If we only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
One day, I believe I’d learn
To see my enemy as my brother
Then we could be free, truly
And love could wash away our sorrows
I’m not afraid to bleed
If it means, we’ll make them better today not tomorrow

[Verse 2]
I don’t want to wait for the afterlife
I don’t want a vigil by candle light
I don’t want to be the new sacrifice
I don’t want to turn into a poltergeist
Be a ghost at night full of broken dreams
Momma cryin’ at an open casket
Cold as ice in a suit, 3 piece
All dressed up for Sunday masses
Pastor said put faith in God
But faith alone can’t make things right
Who the fuck is you to patronize
Somebody’s son whose daddy died?
Why they flood Baton Rouge?
Why the city singing Alton’s blues?
Why, why, why, why?
I feel like Jadakiss every time I watch the news
What the fuck I got to lose?
So I’m down to bleed if it means things improve
You fools, saying "all lives matter"
But it’s black lives you refuse include
Blocked from the polls
Locked in the hood, trying to stop you from voting and stop you from growing
And cops keep blowing and blowing
Keep black people locked into cotton
They don’t want you to own, but

[Bridge]
Sometimes I wake up and I look up in the sky
Asking why I survived all the days that I could have died
Who am I in my place
To contemplate suicide?
In those times I try to remember

[Hook]
That we could be free, truly
If we’d only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
But I believe I’d learn
To see my enemy as my brother
Then we could be free, you and me
And we could wash away our sorrows
I’m not afraid to bleed, if it means
We’ll make them better today not tomorrow

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign and Vic Mensa]
Love (love)
Love (love)
To love my enemy as my brother
(yeah yeah yeah)
Make my enemy my brother
Woah, oh, oh, oh
Enemy my brother

Vic Mensa – We Could Be Free (On BBC Radio 1’s Piano Sessions) (Live)

[Intro]
We could be free
If we only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
One thing I believe I could learn
To see my enemy as my brother
Then we could be free, truly
And love could wash away our sorrows
I’m not afraid to bleed
If it means, we’ll make them better today not tomorrow

[Verse 1]
One day I dream of telling my momma
"You ain’t gotta work no more"
Same for my father, born in Ghana, down on that dirt road floor
As far as he came I can’t complain, but pain is so subjective
Spend so much time countin’ issues, I forget to count
My blessings
Watch my cousins back at home, getting water out a well
While I watch my brother stacking stone, whippin’ water by the scale
Tryna’ get a mill’ on the other side
They ain’t got a meal, we don’t recognize we in heaven
So we think we live in hell
It’s been getting kinda hard to tell
But

[Bridge]
Sometimes I wake up and I look up at the sky
Asking why I’m alive when the realest niggas died
And my pride won’t let me give up, lord as hard as I try
In those times I try to remember

[Hook]
That we could be free
If we only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
One day, I believe I’d learn
To see my enemy as my brother
Then we could be free, truly
And love could wash away our sorrows
I’m not afraid to bleed
If it means, we’ll make them better today not tomorrow

[Verse 2]
I don’t want to wait for the afterlife
I don’t want a vigil by candle light
I don’t want to be the new sacrifice
I don’t want to turn into a poltergeist
Be a ghost at night full of broken dreams
Momma cryin’ at an open casket
Cold as ice in a suit, 3 piece
All dressed up for Sunday masses
Pastor said put faith in God
But faith alone can’t make things right
Who the fuck is you to patronize
Somebody’s son whose daddy died?
Why they flood Baton Rouge?
Why the city singing Alton’s blues?
Why, why, why, why?
I feel like Jadakiss every time I watch the news
What the fuck I got to lose?
So I’m down to bleed if it means things improve
You fools, saying "all lives matter"
But it’s black lives you refuse include
Blocked from the polls
Locked in the hood, trying to stop you from voting and stop you from growing
And cops keep blowing and blowing
Keep black people locked into cotton
They don’t want you to own, but

[Bridge]
Sometimes I wake up and I look up in the sky
Asking why I survived all the days that I could have died
Who am I in my place
To contemplate suicide?
In those times I try to remember

[Hook]
That we could be free, truly
If we’d only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
But I believe I’d learn
To see my enemy as my brother
Then we could be free, you and me
And we could wash away our sorrows
I’m not afraid to bleed, if it means
We’ll make them better today not tomorrow

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign and Vic Mensa]
Love (love)
Love (love)
To love my enemy as my brother
(yeah yeah yeah)
Make my enemy my brother
Woah, oh, oh, oh
Enemy my brother

Rapper NBA YoungBoy Says He Is Going Back To High School


NBA YoungBoy says he is heading to high school to get his diploma.

The rapper who is also known as YoungBoy Never Broke Again made the announcement in a video posted on Instagram on Wednesday (Oct. 25). The “Untouchable” rapper is currently one of the most promising new rappers in the game, but he dropped out of high school at the 9th grade so he could focus on his blossoming rap career. He was also arrested for a robbery incident that authorities say he was involved where he was sent to a detention center.

YoungBoy has since been trying to clean up his image and even signed a new deal with Atlantic Records. Seems the label has been pushing him to enroll back in school and now he has a chance to get his high school diploma. “They accepted me in public school,” the rapper said. He then revealed that he will be attending the Scotlandville Magnet High School in his hometown Baton Rouge, LA. Since breaking onto the rap scene this year with his mega hit “Untouchable,” YoungBoy Never Broke Again has been doing very well while building a name for himself in a crowded field. At age 17, he has also got some cosign from some seasoned veterans in the game.

#nbayoungboy going back to school!??

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Boosie Badazz Brother Dodges Jail Time For Stealing Money From Rapper


Boosie Badazz brother avoids jail time for allegedly stealing $300,000 from the rapper.

A couple months ago, the Baton Rouge rapper posted a video on social media venting about his family member who stole hundreds of thousands of dollars from him. Turns out he went ahead and filed charges against his brother, Taquari Hatch, for allegedly siphoning $361,000 from his account. TMZ reported that the district attorney has decided not to file charges despite cops busting him for stealing the money.

Taquari Hatch was arrested and charged with fraud and identity theft after he allegedly posed as Boosie and authorized several wire transfers. Boosie brother has maintained his innocence and now the D.A. is siding with him and not file any charges due to sufficient evidence.

Taquari posted a video responding to the allegations saying that he has his piece of mind because he is innocent. “So the last thing is like, we see how social media trials played out all the time,” he said. “But trolling, all trolls that don’t bother me all of that sh*t I see it all the time. There is no piece of mind like knowing that you’re innocent. You can’t buy that, can’t nobody hook you up with that, your influence can’t get that. Knowing that you’re innocent is piece of mind that is priceless, and that is what I got in this situation.”

He also added that he will need a little more time to fully clear his name.

Kevin Gates Mixtape “By Any Means 2” (Stream & Download)

Kevin Gates new mixtape “By Any Means 2” is now available for stream and download on iTunes/Apple Music and Spotify.

The project is the sequel to the first installment in the mixtape series which was released in 2014. “By Any Means 2” comes with 14 hard hitting tracks PnB Rock being the only guest artist on the mixtape. Rock is featured on the previously released single “Beautiful Scars” which has met rave reviews among hip hop fans. Another single “What If” was also released last month and is getting a lot of attention.

The incarcerated Baton Rouge rapper’s wife, Dreka Gates, confirmed recently that she was the one who put the mixtape together for her husband’s fans while he serves his two and a half years sentence in prison. Earlier this month, Kevin Gates posted a lengthy statement on Instagram thanking his fans for their support while he serves time behind bars. There were some talks that the mixtape was delayed due to production problems but turns out that those were worked out quickly to get the album released on the original released date September 21st.

In April, Kevin Gates was sentenced to 30 months in a Illinois prison for a gun case. Before that he served six months in jail in Florida for assaulting a female fan.

You can stream and download Kevin Gates new mixtape “By Any Means 2” on iTunes/Apple Music below.

Vic Mensa – We Could Be Free (At Vevo) (Live)

[Intro]
We could be free
If we only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
One thing I believe I could learn
To see my enemy as my brother
Then we could be free, truly
And love could wash away our sorrows
I’m not afraid to bleed
If it means, we’ll make them better today not tomorrow

[Verse 1]
One day I dream of telling my momma
"You ain’t gotta work no more"
Same for my father, born in Ghana, down on that dirt road floor
As far as he came I can’t complain, but pain is so subjective
Spend so much time countin’ issues, I forget to count
My blessings
Watch my cousins back at home, getting water out a well
While I watch my brother stacking stone, whippin’ water by the scale
Tryna’ get a mill’ on the other side
They ain’t got a meal, we don’t recognize we in heaven
So we think we live in hell
It’s been getting kinda hard to tell
But

[Bridge]
Sometimes I wake up and I look up at the sky
Asking why I’m alive when the realest niggas died
And my pride won’t let me give up, lord as hard as I try
In those times I try to remember

[Hook]
That we could be free
If we only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
One day, I believe I’d learn
To see my enemy as my brother
Then we could be free, truly
And love could wash away our sorrows
I’m not afraid to bleed
If it means, we’ll make them better today not tomorrow

[Verse 2]
I don’t want to wait for the afterlife
I don’t want a vigil by candle light
I don’t want to be the new sacrifice
I don’t want to turn into a poltergeist
Be a ghost at night full of broken dreams
Momma cryin’ at an open casket
Cold as ice in a suit, 3 piece
All dressed up for Sunday masses
Pastor said put faith in God
But faith alone can’t make things right
Who the fuck is you to patronize
Somebody’s son whose daddy died?
Why they flood Baton Rouge?
Why the city singing Alton’s blues?
Why, why, why, why?
I feel like Jadakiss every time I watch the news
What the fuck I got to lose?
So I’m down to bleed if it means things improve
You fools, saying "all lives matter"
But it’s black lives you refuse include
Blocked from the polls
Locked in the hood, trying to stop you from voting and stop you from growing
And cops keep blowing and blowing
Keep black people locked into cotton
They don’t want you to own, but

[Bridge]
Sometimes I wake up and I look up in the sky
Asking why I survived all the days that I could have died
Who am I in my place
To contemplate suicide?
In those times I try to remember

[Hook]
That we could be free, truly
If we’d only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
But I believe I’d learn
To see my enemy as my brother
Then we could be free, you and me
And we could wash away our sorrows
I’m not afraid to bleed, if it means
We’ll make them better today not tomorrow

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign and Vic Mensa]
Love (love)
Love (love)
To love my enemy as my brother
(yeah yeah yeah)
Make my enemy my brother
Woah, oh, oh, oh
Enemy my brother

Fwck the police x10 – Boosie Badazz lyrics

Lyrics Boosie – Fwck the police x10

This goes to that motherf*cker who just maced my niece
Them motherf*ckers who just took a million dollars worth of jewelry from me
It’s on now, motherf*cker
It’s all on now, motherf*cker.((Fwck the police x10)

Dear police, are you afraid? (Are you afraid?)
What have you been taught at that academy to be afraid? (Scared a*s b*tch)
Why you gon’ shoot at the hand, die for the lick (tell me that)
Why you get shoot for the blacks, chasin’ they head (you call police)
What if your job got shot down for no reason? (What if that your job?)
He had no gun, hands up, shot for no reason (you dirty b*tch)
They charge him, said they gon’ convict him, I don’t believe (I don’t believe)
Protect and serve, they don’t do it, so we don’t need ’em.

pus*y b*tches, pigs in trainin’
You b*tches dangerous, look in the mirror, y’all are f*ckin’ [?]
pus*y b*tches, I hope you rot in hell
Hope you get f*cked in that cell, motherf*cker
pus*y b*tches, look how they do us niggas
They wanna act like we wrong, when we shoot them b*tches
Without that badge, you a b*tch in a hat
You pus*y a*s nigga with a gun
f*ck your pus*y a*s, f*ck your captain too
You need a headshot, b*tch, for your sons.

They the biggest gang in the world
They do the coldest things in the world
They ask me how I feel ’bout the cops gettin’ shot
Eye for eye, two for two versuri-lyrics.info
You don’t give a motherf*ck what they do to you
If they can line ’em all up, they’ll shoot the crew
Like the tosser cops, she a crazy b*tch
Inmates listen up, please do me a favor, rape the b*tch
I’m at the point where I hate this s**t
I’m at the point where I can’t take this s**t no more, nigga
If anybody on the news tryna take off for ’em
I ain’t watchin’ your show, you a hoe, nigga
Baton Rouge, Baltimore, ..
It’s goin’ brazy, b*tch down, get retarded
We gotta show ’em that black lives matter
It’s no love for the chief in the casket.

pus*y b*tches, you know that you wrong
You shoot for no reason, you come in our homes, they don’t wanna leave us alone
pus*y b*tches, you committin’ these murders
You scared and you nervous, your purpose is murder
You pus*y b*tches, I hate you with all of my heart
I hate how you look in ’em suits, I hate how you walk in ’em boots
I hate your whole family, b*tch, you ain’t no grown man, you a b*tch
I hope that your daughter, she suckin’, the blackest of blackest of d*cks.

b*tches got me mad and I’m turnt up
They do it in your city, f*ckin’ burn it up
Don’t stop, man, run, better get the f*ck
Like Tip say, man, it’s either them or us
Tell me this, why you shoot that man?
Wake up, it’s the Klu Klux Klan
They just took the white s**t off they head
And put another color suit on instead
They kill two of us niggas every week
Leave us dead, stinkin’ in the street
Say we was a threat to they a*s
But they lyin’ ’cause it’s on TV
And the rules that they got for the law
When them b*tches go to court, they gon’ walk
If the police every ask you a question
Don’t talk, they a interview.

pus*y b*tches, I hope that you die
I hope you get put in the alligator pit and eaten alive
pus*y b*tches, I hope you don’t sleep
I’m f*ckin’ your daughters real hard in they asshole, I’m the policeee.((Fwck the police x10)
Boosie Badazz lyrics
Video police

T.I. – Black Man (feat. Quavo, Meek Mill & Rara) (US Or Else: Letter To The System Album)

[Hook: Quavo]
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that I’m perfect?

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Ridin’ down 85, three in the morning
Why you pull me over sayin’ you smell marijuana? (Smellin’ the gas)
I said I got a ID, I got glaucoma (I got ID)
He said, "We ain’t in Cali nigga, get out, put your hands up"
Runnin’ real hard shook the taser (shook the taser)
Runnin’ real hard shook the taser (shook the taser)
I told him can we split it, we gon’ shake ’em
Nigga hit my phone when you made it (brrp)
Out of here, PJ to Jamaica
Naw I ain’t tell ya wrong, get the paper
Been fightin’ too long against haters
My attitude, yeah I’m going for the shaders

[Verse 2: Rara]
Live from the cracks of the concrete
12 try to take a nigga off the street
Make the gun sound off for Mike Brown
Take a nigga life when you face down
Hoodie gang strong like Trayvon
Gun by the window like Detroit Red
Bring that shit by the neck of my woods
And bet a nigga ass end up dead
Pig in a blanket, fuck was you thinkin’?
Free that nigga Boosie, runnin’ at the police
Left him with a slow leak, right outside VC
Tryna keep a Phantom like DC
Hangout the G like free Meek
Kill a nigga reachin’ for a cell phone
Hurt to tell his mama he ain’t comin’ home
That’s why I stay strapped all summer long
And you know it

[Hook: Quavo]
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that you nervous? (damn)

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Black man
Running from the law like Pac-Man
Try and throw the raw all in the trash can
Got smoked by a cop on the dash cam
Mug shot on the news, he a mad man
When all he did was hustle to run the cash in
He feedin’ kids in jail if he wasn’t crackin’
Too many felonies on my jacket
All of my brothers turn to assassins
We seen too many brothers get put in caskets
Too many young baby mothers and baby daddies
In the graveyard back then
I went from sittin’ on clubs to the cashmere
You shoulda seen how I flossed on ’em last year
Two Maybachs and I had a bad year
Young nigga countin’ money like a cashier
White man wanna pay me like I’m U-N-O
Niggas wanna see me at my funeral
Neither of my own homie wanna do me though
Layin’ on my dog crib like I’m Snoopy though
That’s my nigga, I ain’t even wanna do it though
If I don’t do it, shit I know he gon’ do me though
Cause he broke and he trippin’ ’bout stupid hoes
But I’m a Don just like motherfuckin’ Julio
Black man

[Hook: Quavo]
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that I’m perfect?

[Verse 4: T.I.]
Police see I got my hands up
Still wanna kill me, they don’t understand us
They be lookin’ for a reason just to shoot me
And wanna do me how they do us in the movies
Or how they do it out in Baton Rouge
Or Ferguson, or Florida, or Baltimore, they make excuses
Like I did cause I thought he had a pistol
Or I did it cause I thought he was a Muslim
My message to America, felon or death here
The liquor we die, we just substances left here
First you put us in a small hood
And then you beat us and you treat us like it’s all good
And then shoot us and you screw us economically, mentally
Killin’ nigga, no penalty, they can do that shit legally
Bet I can make that ass think ‘fore you shoot
You kill me, man there gon’ be more of some riotin’ and lootin’
We say black lives matter, you say all lives
But y’all ain’t the ones gettin’ hogtied
Persecuted, executed, one day it gon’ be time for retribution
Hope you don’t ever see your son in an institution
I know karma is constant and God ain’t no nonsense
You doin’ wrong just to run shit
One day the time gon’ run out for the dumb shit
Ain’t no deception, tryna get in Heaven
You gettin’ nailed, bet it’s on your Mary
And you know what you did for who how much you really care
And what you really felt, he gon’ deny the opportunity to unify
With people who look similar to you and I
Cause he don’t wanna have a

[Hook: Quavo]
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that I’m perfect?
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that I’m perfect?

T.I. – Blackman (feat. Meek Mill, Quavo & Rara) (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

[Hook: Quavo]
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that I’m perfect?

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Ridin’ down 85, three in the morning
Why you pull me over sayin’ you smell marijuana? (Smellin’ the gas)
I said I got a ID, I got glaucoma (I got ID)
He said, "We ain’t in Cali nigga, get out, put your hands up"
Runnin’ real hard shook the taser (shook the taser)
Runnin’ real hard shook the taser (shook the taser)
I told him can we split it, we gon’ shake ’em
Nigga hit my phone when you made it (brrp)
Out of here, PJ to Jamaica
Naw I ain’t tell ya wrong, get the paper
Been fightin’ too long against haters
My attitude, yeah I’m going for the shaders

[Verse 2: Rara]
Live from the cracks of the concrete
12 try to take a nigga off the street
Make the gun sound off for Mike Brown
Take a nigga life when you face down
Hoodie gang strong like Trayvon
Gun by the window like Detroit Red
Bring that shit by the neck of my woods
And bet a nigga ass end up dead
Pig in a blanket, fuck was you thinkin’?
Free that nigga Boosie, runnin’ at the police
Left him with a slow leak, right outside VC
Tryna keep a Phantom like DC
Hangout the G like free Meek
Kill a nigga reachin’ for a cell phone
Hurt to tell his mama he ain’t comin’ home
That’s why I stay strapped all summer long
And you know it

[Hook: Quavo]
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that you nervous? (damn)

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Black man
Running from the law like Pac-Man
Try and throw the raw all in the trash can
Got smoked by a cop on the dash cam
Mug shot on the news, he a mad man
When all he did was hustle to run the cash in
He feedin’ kids in jail if he wasn’t crackin’
Too many felonies on my jacket
All of my brothers turn to assassins
We seen too many brothers get put in caskets
Too many young baby mothers and baby daddies
In the graveyard back then
I went from sittin’ on clubs to the cashmere
You shoulda seen how I flossed on ’em last year
Two Maybachs and I had a bad year
Young nigga countin’ money like a cashier
White man wanna pay me like I’m U-N-O
Niggas wanna see me at my funeral
Neither of my own homie wanna do me though
Layin’ on my dog crib like I’m Snoopy though
That’s my nigga, I ain’t even wanna do it though
If I don’t do it, shit I know he gon’ do me though
Cause he broke and he trippin’ ’bout stupid hoes
But I’m a Don just like motherfuckin’ Julio
Black man

[Hook: Quavo]
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that I’m perfect?

[Verse 4: T.I.]
Police see I got my hands up
Still wanna kill me, they don’t understand us
They be lookin’ for a reason just to shoot me
And wanna do me how they do us in the movies
Or how they do it out in Baton Rouge
Or Ferguson, or Florida, or Baltimore, they make excuses
Like I did cause I thought he had a pistol
Or I did it cause I thought he was a Muslim
My message to America, felon or death here
The liquor we die, we just substances left here
First you put us in a small hood
And then you beat us and you treat us like it’s all good
And then shoot us and you screw us economically, mentally
Killin’ nigga, no penalty, they can do that shit legally
Bet I can make that ass think ‘fore you shoot
You kill me, man there gon’ be more of some riotin’ and lootin’
We say black lives matter, you say all lives
But y’all ain’t the ones gettin’ hogtied
Persecuted, executed, one day it gon’ be time for retribution
Hope you don’t ever see your son in an institution
I know karma is constant and God ain’t no nonsense
You doin’ wrong just to run shit
One day the time gon’ run out for the dumb shit
Ain’t no deception, tryna get in Heaven
You gettin’ nailed, bet it’s on your Mary
And you know what you did for who how much you really care
And what you really felt, he gon’ deny the opportunity to unify
With people who look similar to you and I
Cause he don’t wanna have a

[Hook: Quavo]
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that I’m perfect?
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that I’m perfect?

T.I. – Black Man (feat. Quavo, Meek Mill & Rara) letras

[Hook: Quavo]
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that I’m perfect?

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Ridin’ down 85, three in the morning
Why you pull me over sayin’ you smell marijuana? (Smellin’ the gas)
I said I got a ID, I got glaucoma (I got ID)
He said, “We ain’t in Cali nigga, get out, put your hands up”
Runnin’ real hard shook the taser (shook the taser)
Runnin’ real hard shook the taser (shook the taser)
I told him can we split it, we gon’ shake ’em
Nigga hit my phone when you made it (brrp)
Out of here, PJ to Jamaica
Naw I ain’t tell ya wrong, get the paper
Been fightin’ too long against haters
My attitude, yeah I’m going for the shaders

[Verse 2: Rara]
Live from the cracks of the concrete
12 try to take a nigga off the street
Make the gun sound now for Mike Brown
Take a nigga life when you face down
Hoodie gang strong like Trayvon
Gun by the window like Detroit Red
Bring that shit by the neck of my woods
And bet a nigga ass end up dead
Pig in a blanket, fuck was you thinkin’?
Free that nigga Boosie, runnin’ at the police
Left him with a slow leak, right outside VC
Tryna keep a Phantom like DC
Hangout the G like free Meek
Kill a nigga reachin’ for a cell phone
Hurt to tell his mama he ain’t comin’ home
That’s why I stay strapped all summer long
And you know it

[Hook: Quavo]
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that you nervous? (damn)

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Black man
Running from the law like Pac-Man
Try and throw the raw all in the trash can
Got smoked by a cop on the dash cam
Mug shot on the news, he a mad man
When all he did was hustle to run the cash in
He feedin’ kids in jail if he wasn’t crackin’
Too many felonies on my jacket
All of my brothers turn to assassins
We seen too many brothers get put in caskets
Too many young baby mothers and baby daddies
In the graveyard back then
I went from sittin’ on clubs to the cashmere
You shoulda seen how I flossed on ’em last year
Two Maybachs and I had a bad year
Young nigga countin’ money like a cashier
White man wanna pay me like I’m U-N-O
Niggas wanna see me at my funeral
Neither of my own homie wanna do me though
Layin’ on my dog crib like I’m Snoopy though
That’s my nigga, I ain’t even wanna do it though
If I don’t do it, shit I know he gon’ do me though
Cause he broke and he trippin’ ’bout stupid hoes
But I’mma die just like motherfuckin’ Julio
Black man

[Hook: Quavo]
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that I’m perfect?

[Verse 4: T.I.]
Police see I got my hands up
Still wanna kill me, they don’t understand us
They be lookin’ for a reason just to shoot me
And wanna do me how they do us in the movies
Or how they do it out in Baton Rouge
Or Ferguson, or Florida, or Baltimore, they make excuses
Like I did cause I thought he had a pistol
Or I did it cause I thought he was a Muslim
My message to America, felon or death here
The liquor we die, we just substances left here
First you put us in a small hood
And then you beat us and you treat us like it’s all good
And then shoot us and you screw us economically, mentally
Killin’ nigga, no penalty, they can do that shit legally
Bet I can make that ass think ‘fore you shoot
You kill me, man there gon’ be more of some riotin’ and lootin’
We say black lives matter, you say all lives
But y’all ain’t the ones gettin’ hogtied
Persecuted, executed, one day it gon’ be time for retribution
Hope you don’t ever see your son in an institution
I know karma is constant and God ain’t no nonsense
You doin’ wrong just to run shit
One day the time gon’ run out for the dumb shit
Ain’t no deception, tryna get in Heaven
You gettin’ nailed, bet it’s on your Mary
And you know what you did for who how much you really care
And what you really felt, he gon’ deny the opportunity to unify
With people who look similar to you and I
Cause he don’t wanna have a

[Hook: Quavo]
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that I’m perfect?
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that I’m perfect?