Nas Project Roach Lyrics

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It is absolutely silly and unproductive to have a funeral for the word *****
When the actions continue we need to have a movement to resurrect brothers and sisters
Not a funeral for *****s
'Cause *****s don't die

Ugh yeah yo I'm creepy and crawling
In your sink or your toilet
I'll be drinking from your spit
Anything cause I'm more less an insect with 4 legs
People come and I fake dead
Correction I got 8 legs
Climbin' on top your plate bed

Wherever I smell food
It could even jail food
Stale food that's molded
A roach is what I am fool
The ghetto is my land fool
I'm a never be able to fly like a bumblebee
Try not to be underneath
Your sneaker

Pitiful creature
I'm not afraid of your pesticide
Or ray
'Cause in heavens my creator
I love it when the lights off
Eating from same knives forks
From any mans dinner
See my antennas

You can't win
You can't stand the crunchy sound I make if you squash me
Learn to live with me
How much your roast motel costing
You and the city
But yo we everywhere
Check your house I bet we there, look [?]

*****s are like roaches, they are never going away
Learn from them what we should not become
Of course *****s don't die

Written by: Eric Hudson, Nasir Jones, Abiodun Oyewole
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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