| Aiyyo the police short Cornbread in the street
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| And they just killed Cochise over a beat
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| Ah man, I’m just a brother whose intentions are good
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| Oh lord, please don’t let me be misunderstood
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| I gotta 10 fifty-fo' under the hood
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| Several stages of lifespan, damned if I would
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| Be a dope when it’s not a laughin matter
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| Modern contemporary man still hunt and gather data
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| They want glamour, the priceless prize
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| Give 'em a torch and they put the fire to your eyes
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| Give 'em a inch they take a yard and they pull your card
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| Throw a wrench so far in yours it’ll leave a scar
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| Raise the bar, I pass it with the right scholastics
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| They made it plastic, that’s why they couldn’t grasp it
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| I always knew that you would fail me
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| Once shame on me twice you shouldn’t have to tell me
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| And I’ll be damned if I’ll let you get away with that
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| I just ain’t playin that, that’s that bullshit!
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| Jardine and the kids tryin to make ends me
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| Half dead and do dirty as some God damn thiefs
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| Yo — hold your head up, you only got your life left
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| Make the right step and don’t sing the wrong song
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| Fight somebody your own damn size
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| You dead wrong, thinkin you won’t meet yo' demise
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| This baby here, gon' grow up to be a king
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| I don’t know how you seein things, but that’s a fact
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| It’ll be over my dead body
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| If I let you put a mother monkey on his back
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| Shit ain’t changed, it’s just the choices
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| The voices in your head sayin do what you don’t gotta do
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| They scared of themselves which means that they scared of me
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| And them the same, punk-ass fools that shot at you
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| The lord giveth and he taketh away
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| God bless that I can live to see another day
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| And if I had it my way I’d hang you all by the neck
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| Have some respect, I’ll serve and protect
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| Aiyyo the police short Cornbread in the street
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| And they just killed Cochise over a beat
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| And if my teachers could see you now
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| They’ll take your head, cause you probably wouldn’t even bow
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| You ain’t humble, you mumble jumble
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| Your tower of so-called power’ll crumble
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| You killed my uncle, put a dagger through my brother’s heart
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| I need another start, cause if I knew then
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| What I know now, it’ll be wild
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| Booyaka! |
| Booyaka! |
| I’ll put you in the ground
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| A peaceful man ain’t got no place here
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| I guess you wanna see 'em all die with the lambs
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| I face fear everyday 'til the space is clear
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| Then I fight 'em like a man cause it’s what I am
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| Somebody told me the road to freedom is lonely
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| But I swear I ain’t goin on my own
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| I’m takin my sisters, my families, my homies
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| Now I’m about to take this mother (fucker) home
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| Aiyyo the police short Cornbread in the street
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| And they just killed Cochise over a beat
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| Jardine and the kids tryin to make ends me
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| Half dead and do dirty as some God damn thiefs |