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[Intro: Trick Daddy] |
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'Posed to be...Land of the free |
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I don't see how |
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Count me in |
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Uh |
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America |
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Oh |
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America |
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Ha-ha-ha |
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America (AMERICA!) |
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Sweet land of liberty y'all! |
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[Verse 1: Trick Daddy] |
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I'm doing this one for the struggle |
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And every bad doin' brotha |
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Sista, daddy and mother |
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Who livin' in the gutter |
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You want better cars |
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And a better heart |
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Another start |
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Yo' own yard |
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And a place to park |
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You want a trustin' wife |
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And a better life' (life) |
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A bigger crib |
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And a home cooked meal |
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Every single night |
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Hell, I feel with you goin' through |
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But I coulda warned you |
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When its time to be a man |
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Do all you can |
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See other lands |
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And don't be livin' for the other man |
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Take time out and settle in |
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Be the better man |
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And closely: watch your friends |
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And then |
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You'll understand |
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A lil' better then |
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But on the other hand |
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You so god damn "stubbor-an" |
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And you be |
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Startin' shit |
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And ever since you made president |
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We ain't even seen you since |
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You need to (You need to) |
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Visit our schools |
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Rebuild our church and homes |
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Stop killin' my own kind |
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And leave my Earth alone |
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And stop tappin' my phone |
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And searchin' my brone |
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And keep your personal feelings home |
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When you bandin' my chrome |
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Do it for the |
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Weak and the strong |
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And to each his own |
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We do it for the main goal |
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So when all the heat is gone |
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[Chorus:](*Trick Daddy*) |
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This game wasn't told to me (*Told to me*) |
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It was sold to me (*Sold to me*) |
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And we are never free (*No!*) |
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No way |
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Not in America (*Not America*) |
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Not America (*Not in America uh-uh*) |
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Our country 'tis of thee (*'tis of thee*) |
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Land of Liberty (*Liberty*) |
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But that'll never be (*Never Be - NO!*) |
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No way |
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Not in America (*uh-uh Not in this America*) |
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Not in America (*No*) |
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[Verse 2: Society] |
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You only got 2 bucks and give less than a f**k -- then you a nigga |
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Got a nice home and a Lexus truck -- you a nigga |
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World champions and you M.V.P -- you a nigga |
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4 degrees and a Ph.D -- still a nigga |
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To use your platinum card you need four ID's -- then you's a nigga |
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If your skin is brown just like me -- then you a nigga |
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Got a promotion and a FAT ass raise -- you still a nigga |
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You from the islands and your peoples was inslaves -- you a nigga |
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No matter how much your ass get paid -- you still a nigga |
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Shot by the cops at a traffic stop -- cause you a nigga |
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That's why I hold toast too |
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I sell bi-coastal |
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International |
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They inter-catching you with satellites in deep space |
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Now...Who invented niggas in the first place? |
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And said America is the original birthplace? |
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Who gettin' 10 - 20 - Life on they first case? |
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My niggas |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse 3: Trick Daddy] |
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I'm doin' this one for the |
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Kids in the streets |
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Who ain't missed a beat |
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Do it for the |
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Deaf and the blind |
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And those who don't eat meat |
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Do it for all the |
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Children of the corn |
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And the unborn |
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Do it for the speedy trials |
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And all the lies you done sworn |
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How you gon' keep the man |
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Old Mr. Crooked ass preachin' man |
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When your whole congregation drivin' a brand new Benz |
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And writing brand new sins |
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Lyin' on a million men |
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And all my brothers, sisters, them daddys, and them doin' time in the Penn, again |
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America |
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[Chorus repeats until fade] |