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God damn, what a brother gotta do |
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To get a message through |
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To the red, white and blue |
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What? i gotta die? before you realize |
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I was a brother with open eyes |
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The world's insane |
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While you drink champagne |
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And i'm livin' in black rain |
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You try to ban the a.k. |
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I got ten of 'em stashed |
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With a case of hand grenades |
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(tell us what to do?) **** you! |
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(tell us what to do?) **** you! |
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(tell us what to do?) **** you! |
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(tell us what to do?) **** you! |
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You'd know what to do |
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If a bullet hit your kid |
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On the way to school |
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Or a cop shot your kid in the back yard |
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Shit would hit the fan and hit hard! |
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Chorus |
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I hear it every night, another gun fight |
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The tension mounts |
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On with the body count! |
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God damn what a brother gotta do |
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To get a message through |
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To the red, white and you? |
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What? i gotta die? before you realize |
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I was a nigga with open eyes |
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The world's insane |
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While you drink champagne |
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And i'm livin' in black rain |
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Don't you hear the guns? |
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You stupid, dumb, dick suckin' |
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Bum politicians |
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(tell us what to do?) **** you! |
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(tell us what to do?) **** you! |
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The tension mounts! |
