| Political science…
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| The study of politics, mixed with science…
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| Speak on it, baby…
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| As I look in your eyes
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| I see the sunrise
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| I see the moonshine!
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| I’m from the days of the Colt 45's and gang bangers
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| Cocaine slangers who sliced doors, no time to cook up
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| Them niggas like raw
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| It’s all about the dollar now, white powder now
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| He owed us money so I watched my niggas tie him down
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| The conflict is crucial, police is neutral in this battlefield
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| Where the battles grill, like cattles grill for a platter mil
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| I even watched little Darryl deal
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| I love the ghetto, hate the ghetto
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| Must’ve been a genius who helped make the ghetto
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| So I sit back and taste the 'retto
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| I got beef, how can you misplace my metal?
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| It’s a sob story, it’s bad the way they robbed Tory
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| Of course, must’ve been religious
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| Cause they took a small tainin' across
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| Wrong game to play, boss
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| Every night’s a bug out
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| They shot up every corner where I hung out
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| Some nights I cry to this
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| Even though it’s posi-flip (?)
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| It’s like the sunrise
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| Just like the moonshine!
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| The rain stops, and your girl smiles… just for you (Yeah)
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| For you don’t know, the love I have for you!
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| Mommy, I keep my name on your brain like Missy
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| With The Rain, I’m from the school of stolen sneakers
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| Speakers and heavy chains, no lie
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| To the knowlie, why?
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| God see I, learned the ways of the street, degrees in Poly Sci
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| Many days under heat
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| It pays for sticking him
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| Watch him beast on the lean, routine curriculum
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| Black vans, maybe a TransAm, exams get done
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| Pop Quiz, figure out them niggas who hit son
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| God give, God take away
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| And it’s easy to see
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| Spell 'til, the lord kill indiscriminately
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| We infinitely excel, keep the fans compelled
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| The bigger picture, watch the ones who’re wit' ya
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| I clean the pie, and seen 'em die
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| Travel life more than once
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| Maybe, me and I… had been greeted by, so many conceded eyes
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| That’d be wise, when I met too many girls around the world
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| And delete the lies
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| It’s like my music, a new tune you never heard
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| Hear, your heart beat
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| The bass hits! |
| And you feel it
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| It’s real it’s not a sample! |
| I saw you playing my piano!
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| Unh-Huh!
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| Now I, rock jew-els now and then
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| A little lights — n — platinum
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| A little beef on the street, no harm in clappin' them
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| Savage nations, ghetto life no ramifications
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| Dead debating, keeping every crackhead basing
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| My auntie steady saying that we wasting, money
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| I like tasting, the finer things in life, like a mason
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| Police, plague — hatin'
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| Everything that the court own
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| Brownsville would pry, classified as a warzone
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| The Brook god, so trife
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| Originale low-life
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| To sport it, boost it, the ghetto can’t afford it
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| Trade it, sort it, stress, new port it
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| No tags never ordered
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| You broke it, you bought it
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| A twenty five — to life, my little son-son caught it
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| 'Til this day, we admit it, that we did it, he 'gon bid it
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| Kept his mouth shut, and never shitted
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| On who his murder flirted with death
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| Like every team, aiight! |
| You know the verdict!
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| Want me to say it one more time Ma, is that what you want…
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| Say one more time!
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| For every city blocker, Glock rocker
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| Cats who get they weight off, for every kid who had a parent laid off
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| No healthcare, had us co-dependents out on welfare
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| Speak amongst yourself, cause in the streets, no one else care
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| The powers that be, I see you knelt there
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| Them jealous cats who slang crack, I’m glad to send you back
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| Cause you dealt there
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| We all wanna shine for basis, 'til we easy
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| LG for GP, only the realest niggas meet me
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| Conversing through the wee-wee hours of the morning, sleepy
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| Always stay alert, cause the pain hurt too deeply
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| Ain’t nothing changed, I’m stuck on myself
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| Cause you mundane
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| You wonder while you’re just gold?
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| You’re stuck on one plain
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| Now we must hold, very fueled make it through the threshold
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| I’m blessed though, the head distincts before I let go
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| A major death toll
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| It’s all about the babies, fuck the best coast
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| I keep my family eating, 'til I’m done breathing
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| Hear, your heart beat! |
| (Forte' - You heard?! …Nutzbaby]
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| The bass hits, and you feel it
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| It’s real, it’s not a sample! |
| I saw you playing my piano!
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| Unh- Huh!
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| All you had to do, was make a record! |
| Yeah
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| All you had to do, was make a record! |
| Say one more time!
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| All I want to do, is hold you!
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| Forever, Forever and ever, if you need to lean on me!
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| Don’t run, I’m here for you
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| Just like the sunrise!
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| Just like the moonshine! |