| You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusion
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| Happiness, living on the streets is a delusion
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| Even a smooth criminal one day must get caught
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| Shot up or shot down with the bullet that he bought
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| Nine millimeter kickin' thinkin' about what the streets do to me
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| 'Cause they never taught peace in the black community
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| All we know is violence, do the job in silence
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| Walk the city streets like a rat pack of tyrants
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| Too many brothers, daily headed for the big pen
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| Niggas comin' out worse-off than when they went in
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| Over the years I've done, a lot of growin' up
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| Gettin' drunk, throwin' up, cuffed up, then I said I had enough
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| There must be another route, way out to money and fame
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| I changed my name, played a different game
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| Tired of being trapped in this vicious cycle
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| If one more cop harrasses me I just might go psycho
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| And when I get 'em, I'll hit 'em with the bum rush
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| Only a lunatic would like to see his skull crushed
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| Yo, if you're smart you'll really let me go, G
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| But keep me cooped up in this ghetto and catch the Uzi
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| They got me trapped
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| Uh uh, they can't keep the black man down
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| They got me trapped
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| Naw, they can't keep the black man down
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| Trapped
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| Uh uh, they can't keep the black man down
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| Trapped
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| Naw, they can't keep the black man down
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| They got me trapped, can barely walk the city streets
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| Without a cop harasskin' me, searching me, then askin' my identity
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| Hands up, throw me up against the wall, didn't do a thing at all
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| I'm telling you one day these suckers gotta fall
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| Cuffed up throw me on the concrete
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| Coppers try to kill me but they didn't know this was the wrong street
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| Bang bang, count another casualty
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| But it's a cop who's shot for his brutality
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| Who do you blame? |
| It's a shame because the man's slain
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| He got caught in the chains of his own game
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| How can I feel guilty after all the things they did to me?
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| Sweated me, hunted me, trapped in my own community
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| One day I'm gonna bust, blow up on this society
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| Why did you lie to me? |
| I couldn't find a trace of equality
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| Worked me like a slave while they laid back
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| Homie don't play that, it's time I let 'em suffer the payback
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| I'm tryin' to avoid physical contact
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| I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack
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| They got me trapped
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| Uh uh, they can't keep the black man down
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| They got me trapped
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| Naw, they can't keep the black man down
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| Trapped
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| Uh uh, they can't keep the black man down
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| Trapped
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| Naw, they can't keep the black man down
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| Now I'm trapped, and walkin' for my getaway
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| All I need is a G and somewhere safe to stay
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| Can't use the phone 'cause I'm sure someone is tapping in
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| Did it before, ain't scared to use my gat again
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| I look back in hindsight the fight was irrelevant
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| But now he's the Devil's friend, too late to be tellin' him
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| He shot first and I'll be damned if I run away
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| Homie is done away, I should've put my gun away
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| I wasn't thinkin', all I heard was the ridicule
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| Girlies was laughin', Tup sayin "Damn homies is dissin' you"
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| I fired my weapon, started steppin' in the hurricane
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| I got shot, so I dropped feelin' a burst of pain
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| Got to my feet, couldn't see nothin' but bloody blood
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| Now I'm a fugitive to be hunted like a murderer
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| Ran through an alley, still lookin' for my getaway
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| Copper say, "Freeze, or you'll be dead today."
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| Trapped in a corner, dark and I couldn't see the light
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| Thoughts in my mind was the nine and a better life
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| What do I do? |
| Live my life in a prison cell?
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| I'd rather die than be trapped in a living Hell
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| They got me trapped
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| Uh uh, they can't keep the black man down
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| They got me trapped
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| Naw, they can't keep the black man down
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| Trapped
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| Uh uh, they can't keep the black man down
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| You know they got me trapped
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| Naw, they can't keep the black man down
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| Trapped
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| "Yo ya'll seen 2Pac man? Y'all seen 2Pac man?
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| There he go! |
| Ay 'Pac!" |