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Turn up the boombox, put on your hightops |
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Come on outside, today's gon' be the day we |
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Start livin in the new worrrld[Black Thought] |
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Yo, they got high-powered lenses on the cameras outside |
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It ain't nowhere to run it ain't hardly nowhere to hide |
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They hear you when you whisperin so try to keep quiet |
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You don't even realize that youse a twinkle in the all, seein eye |
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From the time you in the bar gettin high |
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To havin conversations on your phone through the wire |
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You can drive but it's definitely footage of your ride |
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Livin in this day and time, it's a funny kind of vibe |
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From the corners of the ceiling feel its eyes in back of me |
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I couldn't tell you why |
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I think they constantly after me |
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Maybe it's cause the news put it to me so graphically |
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How niggaz don't obey no laws, not even gravity boy |
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No benefit of doubt he had to be from |
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He from the corner where they known to get they casualty on |
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Another day another scene to perform, spotlight him on |
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FridayCome and lock him up |
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Saturday morn, c'mon[Chorus] |