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You gotta keep 'em separated |
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Like the latest fashion |
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Like a spreading disease |
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The kids are strappin' on their way to their classrooms |
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Gettin' weapons with the greatest of ease |
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The gangs stake their own campus locale |
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And if they catch you slippin' then it's all over pal |
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If one guy's colors and the other's don't mix |
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They're gonna bash it up, bash it up, bash it up, bash it up |
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Hey, man you talkin' back to me, take him out |
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You gotta keep 'em separated |
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Hey, man you disrespecting me, take him out |
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You gotta keep 'em separated |
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Hey, they don't pay no mind |
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If you're under eighteen, you won't be doin' any time |
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Hey, come out and play |
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By the time you hear the sirens |
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It's already too late |
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One goes to the morgue, the other to jail |
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One guy's wasted and the other's a waste |
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It goes down the same as the thousand before |
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No one's getting smarter, no one's learning the score |
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Your never ending spree of death and violence and hate |
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Is gonna tie your own rope |
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Hey, man you talkin' back to me, take him out |
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You gotta keep 'em separated |
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Hey, man you disrespecting me, take him out |
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You gotta keep 'em |
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Hey, they don't pay no mind |
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If you're under eighteen, you won't be doin' any time |
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Hey, come out and play |
