"Anger" lyrics

"Anger"

Anger, hostility towards the opposition
Anger, hostility towards the opposition
Anger, hostility towards the opposition
Anger, hostility towards the opposition

Anger, hostility towards the opposition
Anger, hostility towards the opposition
Anger, hostility towards the opposition
Anger, hostility towards the opposition

Anger, hostility towards the opposition
Anger, hostility towards the opposition
Anger, hostility towards the opposition
Anger, hostility towards the opposition

Anger, hostility towards the opposition
Anger, hostility towards the opposition
Anger, hostility towards the opposition
Anger, hostility towards the opposition

Anger, anger, anger, anger!
Bust a cap in 'em!
Boom boom boom boom damn!

187 L.A. trademark
Don't come to the killing fields
If you ain't got no fucking heart
'Cuz Willie, Ira and Daryl will get you got
You fuck up and dead will be the way of your walk, damn right

I hate L.A. swine with a passion, G
'Cuz my pops was killed by the fucking L.A.P.D
Yes they killed my daddy, yup they killed my daddy
And if I don't blast 'em back, you know they gonna fucking kill me

Do me like they did Natasha
Back turned from a gat hollow tip
To the dome they got ya
April 29, L.A., swine not guilty
Fools down for the payback on Florence and Normandie

Anger, anger, anger, anger, boom

I'm coming straight from that L.A. concrete
True blue motherfucker about four generations deep
But who's the real motherfucker though?
And what does that fake know about motherfucking South Central?

Fool, what you know about a set or a sign?
Fake motherfucker, never even seen a nine
But if I catch you slippin' punk, I'm gonna fade ya
Cuz I need ya with that ghetto perpetrator

Anger, anger, anger, anger, boom
I got that anger, you got that anger
We got that anger, drop that motherfucking anger

April 29, Florence to Normandie, April 29, Florence to Normandie
April 29, Florence to Normandie, April 29, Florence to Normandie
April 29, Florence to Normandie, April 29, Florence to Normandie

Jack for my human rights, I'm acting about it, can't you fuck?
Jack for my human rights, I'm acting about it, can't you fuck?
April 29, Florence to Normandie, April 29, Florence to Normandie
April 29, Florence to Normandie, April 29, Florence to Normandie

818, yes they breed the killer
213, yes they breed the killer
310, yes they breed-a them killer
They breed-a them killer, yes, they breed the killer
The city of LA is [?] they breed them killer, boom
Straight to a tomb fool
Bust a cap in them


Writer(s): Ginda Rajagukguk
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