Farrakhan Lyrics - Singles - Joey Fatts

Now, now, you, you 

Preachers and leaders 

You, you, administrators 

You teachers 

You leaders, you, are the worst 

Bitch I'm Farrakhan with a blue rag 

I want all beef, get toe-tagged 

Don't do pigs, motherfuck CRASH 

Young warrior like Conan, Conan, Conan, Conan... 

(You generation of young black men and women...) 

Bitch I'm Farrakhan with a blue rag 

I want all beef, get toe-tagged 

Don't do pigs, motherfuck crash 

Young warrior like Conan, Conan, Conan 

Conan, Conan, Conan, Conan 

(You can't feel it?) 

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Read up on ISIS the other day 

Bred up on violence, my phone on silent 

Can't call my bluff or anybody, k? 

Anybody get touched any kind of way 

Anyway, read up on ISIS they trippin' 

I ain't worried about it I'm crippin' 

All my automatics extended 

Don't be coming around with that come around 

Kill everybody, no witness 

Bandana brown like my pigment 

Yeah my alma mater like Bunchy Carter 

I gun 'em down, I gun 'em down 

I'm black, proud, and my mac loud 

Five powers to the people 

Walk up get down through the peephole 

Coke game, cold case, nigga eat chrome 

(Coldchain) 

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Bitch I'm Farrakhan with a blue rag 

I want all beef, get toe-tagged 

Don't do pigs, motherfuck CRASH 

Young warrior like Conan, Conan, Conan, Conan... 

(When you talk to young people, you can't feel that you're missing them?) 

Bitch I'm Farrakhan with a blue rag 

I want all beef, get toe-tagged 

Don't do pigs, motherfuck CRASH 

Young warrior like Conan, Conan, Conan 

Conan, Conan, Conan, Conan 

(And we don't want to hear your compromising...) 

Feeling god body 

When I'm walking around here with that shotty 

I don't need a chronic, you gonna get that business if you try me 

Bitch I'm radical, yeah, I'm radical, the automatics blow 

Since the Regan era niggas serve and front that Texico 

(They hate what they can't control 

We don't fuck with no patrol 

Take it back to fifty-four 

Boy I'm sticking to them codes) 

My fist high, my clique ready 

Hood look like Katrina when they broke the levees 

My gun cocked, my hand steady 

Arm out the window in a black Chevy 

Bitch I'm Farrakhan with a blue rag 

I want all beef, get toe-tagged 

Don't do pigs, motherfuck CRASH 

Young warrior like Conan, Conan, Conan, Conan... 

(Your day of using our people is over and it will never come back) 

Bitch I'm Farrakhan with a blue rag 

I want all beef, get toe-tagged 

Don't do pigs, motherfuck CRASH 

Young warrior like Conan, Conan, Conan 

Conan, Conan, Conan, Conan 

(You have bought into the enemy and you want to lead your people, not to God, not to Jesus, but you want to lead them into the path of their open enemy that God has come to separate them from)