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Intro: |
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Ayo, yea niggas |
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I'm talkin to all y'all hard rock niggas |
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Let y'all niggas know that I understand |
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What niggas is really goin through ya understand? |
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Motherfuckin down to they last cent |
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Smoke the looseys |
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Thinkin up shit to do, doin stick ups and shit |
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Bustin at niggas, murderin niggas |
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Gettin bullshit ass money |
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What if that was your breed was you murderin clown? |
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It's wack |
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Shout out to grandpa, you know what i'm sayin |
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Shout out to grandpa kelly |
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My man ralou's brother little Deven |
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Ya know I'm sayin, Freaky Taliq's moms, rest in peace |
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Know I'm sayin |
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Everybody wanna live the ill life, know i'm sayin |
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But yo we tryin ta live it like love, peace and nappiness |
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You know I'm sayin, word up |
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Verse 1 |
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I'm growing up in the ghetto |
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And there IS nobody happy |
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And my head is mad nappy and |
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I'm thinkin up a way that I can get some dough |
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Man I'm tryin ta blow |
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But yet this record shit is so slow |
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I got the whole family on my back |
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All I do is eat and sleep |
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Run the street with that steel pack |
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You know the lost boyz got |
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With timbs and jeans |
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Field jackets, and hats coverin the eyes |
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But listen, that's how it is |
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If you don't dig how I live |
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Motherfucka MIND YOUR BIZ |
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Cuz everyday on the street |
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The black man is gettin beat |
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Police line us up on the concrete |
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Now people look at me |
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And always see wrong |
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A new problem everyday |
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I'm tryin ta be strong |
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Now how strong can a nigga be |
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When the blacks is locked down |
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And the white man's got the key |
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It's gettin harder day after day |
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Somebody GOTS ta pay |
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And in my closet lays an AK |
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A NEWBORN is found dead |
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Plus MONEY killed the girl |
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AND put the gun to his own head |
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Ya never hear THIS on YOUR 6:00 news |
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When my niggas get killed in the street over tennis shoes |
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It's hard enough for us blacks to earn cash man |
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The homeless keep warm by settin fire to a trash can |
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Now everyday I need ends |
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New (???) my nigga weed |
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St. Ides is my best friend |
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Pa's is broke |
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No calls comin in on my phone |
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And money I'm down to my last stone |
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My mom dukes is always bangin on my door |
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My music's too loud |
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I got clothes on the floor (pick em up) |
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She doesn't understand |
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I'm cruisin in the fast lane |
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I'm fresh outta nerves |
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Ma, you're workin on my last vein |
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Now how can I explain |
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That I don't wanna take her out |
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But that's stuck in HER brain |
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We're havin fight after fight |
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Because I leave when it's bright |
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And comes SKUNKED UP THE NEXT NIGHT |
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But that's the life that I live understands me |
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It's bad enough that Po-Nine tried ta can me |
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Ayo my lifestyle is rough |
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I got three sisters, four brothers |
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Man, 8 IS ENOUGH |
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But yet I gots no hero |
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But I got the 411 on the ghetto |
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Tune into channel zero |
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Tune into channel zero |
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Tune into channel zero |
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Chorus: |
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Everybody in the world |
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Everybody uptown |
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Everybody in Queens |
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Tune into channel zero |
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Everybody in Brooklyn |
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Everybody in the Bronx |
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Everybody in the world |
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Tune into channel zero |
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Verse 2: |
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I live in Queens, New York (what you do?) |
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I twist a cap with my niggas |
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Smoke a blunt let's start to talk |
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About this ill situation |
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That us blacks is in |
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It's time we build a better nation |
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Motherfuck them police |
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Some whites talk about peace |
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OTHERS TREAT US LIKE BEASTS |
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But they ain't ready for the planet |
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Marky Mark be talkin that slang |
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But he don't even understand it |
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Yea I said Marky Mark |
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Frontin like the buddarist punk |
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I never saw you in the park |
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You GETS AWARDS FOR your bullshit skills G |
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A white boy actin black, that shit kills me |
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Pants SAGGIN, talkin slang kid and all that |
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I never seen you in the projects or black |
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Ya never wons no grammy |
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Ya whites gave Elvis a stamp |
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But what ya plan ta give my man Sammy? |
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??????? |
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The Klu can get a Klan |
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But the blacks gets one month |
