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B.L.H.U.N.T. - Choke

"Choke" by B.L.H.U.N.T.
Lyrics submitted by Select Records 1998
Property of ChiBangin.com

Verse 1

too much pressure cause aggrevation
jaggin' yo life off like masterbation
now look at all the time you're facing
locked up now all you knows yo nation
wasting yo life and you know that ain't right
just cause our color and skin ain't white, right?
naw, wrong to me
my black and my freedom belong to me
figure me out and you know that is hard
cause i'm coming with bodies and guards
spark up and hark up the brothers ain't here
hit it to let them know that we're still near
hearing me out boy, you need to come strap
enemy round and i need to react
lyrical stalkers cannot walk my path
deepness of thought would just cut 'em in half
pray for the ones that's not on your level
promise to God won't be took by the devil
gotta watch every lil move that i make
eye on the spy, a rule i never break
even though problems back-forth through my mind
focused cause shadiness always behind
feeling the timing, the timing is now
when i come through, 911 you better dial
cracking no smile, cause i ain't no joke
and this one Blhunt that you fools will not smoke

Chorus

Choke
here comes the fire from the Blhunt
smoke burns your eyes if you're not high enough
(repeat)

Verse 2

tell me now, are you fed up? yeah
sick and tired of being thrown in a jail
for something you know you didn't sell
beat 'cha till you sign papers to tell on yourself
hope you got wealth
if not, then get out of dodge like a stealth
cause where you're going, you gonna need help
holding your breath just to get life or death
what the judge gonna give
whatever it is, you know you wanna live
do not be scared
just be prepared
only to the listeners this knowledge i share
if you care then you'll be aware
too black and too strong
and too hard to tear apart
and watch out for narcs
be careful at dark
when you ride through Oak Park
they rough you and cuff you
and call they whole squad
read you with rights, but left you with odds
oh God, life seems so hard
i'm charged, black million march
stop the noddin' get on your job and
too much knockin' too much departin'
robbin' mobbin'
dope spot your shoppin'
empty pockets, got you out there plottin'
dope, but not in the raw
coming from Chi where there too many laws
time to take care of business, hold your applause
if you get popped off then down goes yo draws
2-6 and Cali for crack in the alley
too many bros been jacked by O'Malley
tryin' to tell me about politics
it's time to switch and listen to this

(repeat chorus)

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