| You ever seen a nigga hung with a gold chain?
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| I’d rather sing about the same things that we claim
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| Such is bashful, but niggas like a task force
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| Mobbin' on the streets and robbin' stores in ski masks, bruh
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| Niggas ask for peace in a riot, then bring violence
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| 'Cause it’s a game of cat and mouse and you gon' bleed silent
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| What’s the justice in sayin', «Fuck it,» and grab the pump?
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| Then kill a woman with many children? |
| Makes you a chump
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| Look in all the stores you wreckin', nigga, I reckon
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| Think about the people who own it for 'bout a second
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| I know you got your problems, but brother, they got theirs
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| This is not a game, quit violence and grow a pair
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| But sure, you’d rather hear me say, «Fuck the black prejudice
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| Let’s murder different races, grow hatred, and form irrelevant
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| Views,» and etcetera, knives thrown
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| Damage 'em, lives blown, oblivion, all cold, oblivious
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| I won’t dare say that you should stop the fuckin' ignorance
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| Murder opps, killin' shit, I’d enjoy the thrill of it
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| Bathe in blood of officers, different corpses, offin' 'em
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| Auction 'em, don’t you bark at 'em, murder 'em, never heard of 'em
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| I could preach the peace but say, «Fuck it,» and preach the murder
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| 'Cause this ain’t fuckin' life that we livin', go 'head and grab the extension
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| Give death another one, uncle, cousin, brother, son
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| Glory to all the chosen ones that will rid you of innocence
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| But in a sense, innocent will soon behold the ignorance
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| Blasphemous, killin' our own, murderin' black
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| We see, I see, death before the children
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| White guys and white girls hanging from the buildings (We are the Ku Klux Klan,
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| we hate) |