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Police all on my dick like I shot somebody |
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Cause of these big ass lips and I rock my locks knotty |
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Life is getting hectic Tupac got shot in the nuts |
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You saw cops was corrupt when Rodney King got fucked up |
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With friends like these who needs enemies constantly harassing, |
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filling up my nuts like a Klansman |
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Snatching up a nigga for nuttin I heard bad guys wear black |
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So I guess I'm the motherfucking villain |
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Under pressure they got me under pressure |
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What's your name your address and phone number |
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Your occupation come down to the station |
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There's been a robbery they claim a nigga fit the description |
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It can't be, so I slides out on em |
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In ninety-five you gotta catch a nigga, if you want him |
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One to three, and five to ten |
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Bullies in blue suits Son with automatic weapons |
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I'm stressed, ready to blow up somethin |
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The beast keep frontin, invasion |
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I was forced into a life of crime |
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Career criminal, now my career is crime |
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My mind is in a fucked up state |
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A brainwashed state, is the black man's fate, in the ground |
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or locked down upstate, when I was young I used to shoot for the stars |
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but got shot down by demons in patrol cars |
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Stars good cop, bad cop, stick up the crack spot |
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The ave won't get hot til one of their crew gets shot |
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Ask, Larry Davis, how much they took |
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Cops and crooks, but who's the crooks? |
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Take a nigga to jail, make bail, guilty or innocent |
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The system gets ten percent |
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Frontin like you're doin somethin |
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But you ain't sayin nothin, invasion |
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Come up in my cipher best believe I'ma dip on that ass |
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Beast-boy I'm professional heart of the ghetto |
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raised, in the ways of thugs |
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Dodgin slugs, takin slugs, driving stolen automobiles |
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skills fantastical |
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Living life on the edge it's dramatic, mad drama |
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I'm a fanatic, adrenalin addict |
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Getaway car, stick shift or automatic |
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Where's my crew at, you got your crew scopin |
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for a nigga up and down the Ave, it makes me laugh |
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Eat my nuts, eat my dust |
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I won't spend the night locked up or in handcuffs |
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Cuz in the conrete jungle, I got the right stuff |
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Smooth operator, pilot and navigator |
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Break out from oppression, my mission to escape |
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The invasion |
