| Y’all ain’t never just tripped and pictured
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| And just looked at the whole situation
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| Cause once u look at it
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| You know
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| (really do)
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| They don’t give a fuck about us
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| They don’t give a fuck about us
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| They don’t give a fuck about us
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| Thuggin’till the day I die
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| They don’t give a fuck about us
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| And when I start to rise
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| A hero in their children’s eyes
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| Now they give a fuck about us
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| Some say niggaz is hard headed cause we love to trick
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| Equipped with game so we bang wit this thuggish shit
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| I see you trying to hide
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| Hoping that nobody don’t notice
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| You must always remember you still a member of the hopeless
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| See ya black like me
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| So you snap like me
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| When these devils try to plot
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| Trap our young black seeds
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| Look it
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| Cops are just as crooked as the niggas they chasin'
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| Lookin’for role models
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| Our father figures is bases
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| Some say they expect Illuminati take my body to sleep
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| Niggas at the party with they shotties
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| Just as rowdy as me
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| Before I flee computer chips
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| I gotta deal wit brothas flippin
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| I don’t see no devils bleedin'
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| Only black blood drippin
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| We can change
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| Whatcha now say?
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| I’m watchin niggaz work their lives out without pay (huh)
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| Whatever it takes to switch places wit the bustas on top
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| I’m bustin’shots make the world stop
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| They don’t give a fuck about us
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| And if I choose to ride
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| Thuggin’till the day I die
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| (Nobody)
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| Cause they don’t give a fuck about us
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| But when I start to rise
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| A hero in they children’s eyes
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| Now they give a fuck about us
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| And if I choose to ride
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| Thuggin’till the day I die
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| Nobody gives a fuck about us
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| But when I start to rise
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| A hero in they children’s eyes
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| Now they give a fuck about us
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| It’s the morning after and now all the laughter is gone
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| Time to reflect on what you did cause they saying you wrong
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| I’m sure you had your reasons dawg
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| I don’t doubt you
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| See the simple fact of the matter is they don’t give a fuck about you
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| Or them five mouths you forced to feed (uh-huh)
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| No including yourself
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| All you want is what they perceiving as greed
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| So as you loaded up that mack and continue to buck em
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| I was on paper
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| Thinking they don’t give a fuck about us
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| I’m seeing it clearer
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| Hating the picture in the mirror
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| They claim we inferior
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| So why the fuck these devils fear ya?
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| I’m watching my nation die genocide the cause
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| Expect a blood bath
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| The aftermath is y’alls
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| I told ya last album, we need help cause we dying
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| Give us a chance, help us advance cause we trying
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| Ignore my whole plea, watching us in disgust
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| And then they beg when my guns bust
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| They don’t give a fuck about us
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| And if I choose to ride
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| Thuggin’till the day I die
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| Nobody gives a fuck about us
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| But when I start to rise
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| A hero in they children’s eyes
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| Now they give a fuck about us
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| Now all my homies got love for me
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| Down to catch a slug for me
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| Guaranteed to bleed deeply
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| Now that’s love
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| Shit
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| Nobody else could give a fuck
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| If I’m tore down, from the floor down
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| Six-feet deep in the cut
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| What the fuck done went wrong
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| How long will I be mourned?
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| When I’m gone, same song
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| Ain’t gave a fuck all along
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| And who am I to blame em?
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| Just do or die through the rainin'
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| Since they don’t give a fuck
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| I don’t
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| Feel what I’m saying?
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| Now thug niggaz die but multiply in doubles
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| Wrapped in plastic
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| Or closed casket for our troubles
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| Pressed in times
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| We busted like bubbles
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| With the police
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| This nation’s peace sent here to run you
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| Now look at what this crooked world has come to
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| I grew up on the other side of perfect, a life of hurti |