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Today we're gonna do something scary |
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We're venturing into the mind of young black males |
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Let's take a peak... |
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( Young Lay ) |
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Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb |
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Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders |
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Them brothers gettin further |
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Got my pencil for utensil, this'll keep they mind knownin |
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Spot some thugs at the club, and they got the nines showin |
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Dirty pimpin g's, one of my dreams, player now listen |
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Lotta blacks locked down, but comin back around in '96 |
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All the gals my six (what else?) my track crew and my mother |
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Make these police wonder: how is he so undercover? |
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Never been a lover, but America had broke my heart |
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I was told to tear up out this before this tear me apart |
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Eat through scrap, black tracks, free milk and cheese |
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While the Japs stack scratch with the Vietnamese |
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But I'm finna squeeze, stack cheese they left on a trap |
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A young playa mack, hit the bud', spit a rap |
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It's just that feelin, that feelin that I have for children |
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Are able to love us, but these crazy devils try to kill us |
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"I gotta survive, I try to stay alive, ho" |
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"Smokin that dank to deal with the pain" |
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(My nigga Ray Luv, when'd you get up out the pen, man?) |
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( Ray Luv ) |
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June 2nd '93 I returned to the streets |
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Did 2 months in the county and I opt to the beat |
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Now the cops keep watch, cause they know that I rap |
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Tell the world that I'm a gangsta, cause I ride with a strap |
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But I ain't yo gangsta, just a young nigga caught up in the struggle |
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Born hustler, goin for the jugular |
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Out to take the beast down, piece down might be too late |
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The funk is on, high, drunk off Thunderbird and Grape Kool-Aid |
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Would love to catch a playa slippin, take me down and book me |
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Guilty as charged, hit the switch and try to cook me |
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Silence a nigga for the shit I'm spittin, I know I'm scarin ya |
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A poison you created in the veins of America |
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Miseducated, incarcerated, institutionalized |
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That 3rd strike will have a gang of them rollers dyin |
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Ain't no love where I'm goin, no love where I'm comin from |
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Remember me, that real-ass nigga you been runnin from |
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Got us sprung off the cocaine and the welfare |
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While the black babies die without health care |
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( Mac Mall ) |
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Now how could I pledge allegiance to a racist-ass flag |
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When the rollers at my do' with a .44 mag? |
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Got my mother spittin drag 'bout I ain't home |
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Got a double homicide warrant on my dome |
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I hear em pushin in the do', I grab my Mac with two clips |
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Cut through the back window and like a g hit a fence |
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I'm thinkin 'bout my folks gettin sent for violation |
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Foes and punk police, them devils still at my do' |
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I peep a group of ten tryina get information |
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I threw the clips in the Mac, start lettin off frustration |
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It's better than incarceration any day, we gonn' die anyway |
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So if I go out blastin, call it my fate |
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I got niggas in the pen like my cousin Bud |
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Lunatic Insane, and my partner T-Love |
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Big Tom, Ray Ray, Killa Cuddy, Mac Dre |
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Cleek, Jamal, Jinx and Bluebonic, man |
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( 2Pac ) |
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Now I been called a crook, a killer, a thug |
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A no-good dealer of drugs |
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And Blood or 'cause, doesn't matter what set you was |
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Cause where I'm at, if you black, we strapped |
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As long as ki's make g's these thieves attack |
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And ain't no rules on the streets these days |
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Muthaf**kas better watch they back and take it eazay |
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I'm livin in the dangerzone |
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And learnin lesson from the game, it's on |
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Niggas was gone when the frame was on |
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I'm gettin breaken them balls daily |
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Is there a ghetto in heaven or do I go to hell? |
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See, seems I was senteced to death, takin my steps with my head down |
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Why pour I liquor for my niggas, cause they dead now |
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My memory since I was a little seed |
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Was a penitentiary full of niggas like me |
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These cops can't terrorize us, they despise us |
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Niggas, cause we on the rise |
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Plus everybody's searchin for a piece of the truth |
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And the youth turn the streets into a piece of Beirut |
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And the truth is |
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"I gotta survive, I try to stay alive, ho" |
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"Smokin that dank to deal with the pain" |
