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Ice Cube |
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Lethal Injection |
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What Can I Do? |
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Intro: [sampled announcer] |
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In any country, prison is where society sends it's failures |
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But in this country, society itself is failing. |
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Verse One: |
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Today, how you like me now, I'm in the mix? |
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It's 1986 and I got the fix with the chicken and a quota |
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Got the baking soda, let the water boil, workers all loyal |
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Dropped out the twelveth |
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Cuz my wealth is shorter than a midget on his knees |
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Now I slang keys |
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Infest my hood with crack, cuz I'm the mack |
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Take a nation of millions to hold me back |
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Too big for my britches, and I got bitches |
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Now I'm hittin' switches, niggas want my riches |
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Used to get 18 when my G was alive, now a key is 13-5 |
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'89s the number, another summer |
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Police ain't get no dumber |
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Streets dried up, used to think it would last |
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But being a king-pin is a thing of the past |
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They tried to blast me for selling a boulder |
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Now I got my ass in Minnesota |
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Got my own crew, it's on brand new |
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Damn, what can I do? |
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Today... |
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Verse Two: |
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Already done stack me half a mill ticket |
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Bought a house next to Prince, so now I can kick it |
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Now I got ends, wavin' to my friends, rollin' in my Benz |
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Goin' to see the Twins, play at the dome |
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Police are tappin' my mobile phone |
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I'm almost home |
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Gettin' excited, indited, spent a grip and a year tryin' to fight it |
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Lawyer got paid, plea, no contest |
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And everything I own got repossessed |
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Now take a look at the dust |
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And I'm happy cuz I only got 36 months |
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Never picked up a book |
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But my arms are 16 inches, niggas look |
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Can't wait for '92 so I can get with my crew |
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And see, what can I do? |
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Today... |
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Verse Three: |
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Phucked up in the pen, now it's ninety-fo |
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Back in LA, and I'm bailin' in the dough |
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Everybody, now I gotta start from scratch |
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So where to work at, and niggas smirk at |
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Me say ain't nuttin' poppin from here to the LB |
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What you tell me? |
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No it ain't crack, and everybody's jackin' for a coupe |
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Cuz, they sent in the troops |
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Even tho I got muscle, that ain't my hustle |
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Takin' niggas sh*t in a tussle |
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No skills to pay the bills |
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Takin' 'bout education to battle inflashion |
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No college degree, just a dumb ass G |
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(Yeah you Nigga, who me?) |
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I got a baby on the way, damn it's a mess |
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Have you ever been convicted of a felony? Yes |
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Took some advice from my Uncle Fester |
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All dressed up in polyester |
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Welcome to McDonalds may I please help you? |
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sh*t, what can I do? |
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Today... |
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Outro: |
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The white man has broke every law known to man to establish AmeriKKKa. |
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But he'll put you in the state penitentary, he'll put you in the federal |
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penitentary for breaking these same laws. Now we gonna look and see if |
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this muthaphucker is guilty for the laws he'll put you in jail for : |
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Drug using, drug selling, armed robbery, strong armed robbery, grand |
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larceny, rape, racketering, conspiracy to commit murder, extortion, |
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aggravated assault, mayhem, sodomy of the black man, trespassing, |
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embezzelment, purgery, kidnapping, smuggling, grand theft, brandishing |
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a firearm, carrying a conceled weapon, breaking and entering, and |
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premeditated cold-blooded murder. |
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Guilty on every charge. |