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Yeah it's |
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Bobby Digital |
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Just floatin over |
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The CityI came across this, this, this black man |
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He was talkin about look down below |
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Sure of yourself risin, prices of food skyrisin |
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Foreign countries movin in |
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USA, enterprisin |
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Snatchin your mic then speakin, while you might be leakin |
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Then losin the luxury, average man be seekin |
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Thought he was so smarthoe's cheatin, life fall apart |
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Fuckin a hundred bitches couldn't mend a broken heart |
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Start as a soda jerk job, as a mail clerk |
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Fucked this white bitch in the office, got fired from work |
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Nine-to-five, government high taxes, police dispatches |
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Beauracatic attackin black |
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Asiatics, resident with bad plumbin |
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Cocaine got my brain numb an' bitch complained 'bout cummin' |
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Pussy stay hummin$200 parkin, summer's out of state warrants |
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High blood pressure pills prescribed by |
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Dr. Lawrence |
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Got me gainin weight, fuckin up my right kidney |
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Cousin raped at school |
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Allah wit me |
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Peoples' eyes closed like envelopes by folk membership |
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With unpaid doctor bills |
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Framed got shot and killed, cops poppin pills |
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Three pair cotton, steel closet, cabinet of |
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No FrillsMo' bills, sister got evicted from |
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Park HillPunch a hole inside the |
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NARC wheels |
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My dogs bark, still carry dark steel |
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And unmarked bills, |
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I'm from the uncut, dope, found on director's reels |
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Bobby Digital may switch back to |
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Bobby Steels |
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Rusty .38's, bought rust inside the herb gate |
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So Hungry, son, 'bout to shrink down to a bird's weight |
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Rash break out, where's the blue ointment, face-to-face appointments |
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Un-proudly in the church paid for annointment |
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Bet the checks don't come late |
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About to separate with her man |
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In +The City+, + |
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Domestic Violence+ excavates |
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Get a highest ratio in five years |
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The idea is to plant fear |
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Boy you slap yo' bitch, po-lice is there to cuff you or snuff you |
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They might bust you |
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Cause your hoe snatched your money up, didn't want to fuck you |
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We must learn to communicate, and unificate |
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Stop the black on black, hate on hate |
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White on white, black on white |
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Put the love in love |
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I'm blunted up, blasted inside the strip club |
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Shorty wop, fifteen year old, all she needed was love |
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And mo' dough so she won't have to show her knotty afro |
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Collect call from my son to now, he might blow trial |
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Foul cut, and cop out to a 3 to 6 |
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Bad situations, bein a man is hard shit |
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Somethin'll get trapped out, |
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I mean, yo |
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Got crack fiends in spots with vaccine shots |
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Black teens drop out of high school, white teens sellin stock |
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With bonds they can't put their word on20 |
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Years, shorty wop, pussy 'bout to swerve on |
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Up in the crib, new fridge, dead pig |
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Two kids, pawned this older cat who looked like |
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Calvin Coolridge |
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But got splat in his back last year |
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Robbin' his jewel inside the diamond district |
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No one got convicted, heard they never found the biscuit |
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I'm booby trapped by the capitalists |
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Tryin to subsist, sometimes happiness is hot grits and catfish |
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Or a bowl of |
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Cookie Crisp, |
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I got harassed by this rookie bitch |
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Talkin' 'bout |
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I couldn't put my feet on the fire hydrants |
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To tie my kicks, $50 ticket, 'bout to strike and picket |
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And shout at the |
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City Hall, motherfuck the wicked |
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Too greedy, give to the needy, down on my luck' |
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Bout to jab a ouija board, that's when |
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Bobby Digi seen me |
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Said, Yo son, don't stress out over no one, learn the slogan |
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Knowledge is half the battle, that's one to grow on |
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And don't be counterfeit |
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It's a bad situation which bein a man, but we got to handle it |
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Bad situation when you ain't bein a man |
