| «Right now we’d like to bring on a young man who believes in doing things his
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| own way
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| And based on the way he kinda get next to all of the folks who’ve seen him work
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| his way has gotta be pretty hip, so let’s lay some noise»
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| «They send our people to fight for this so-called democracy
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| But when they get back down to the South et cetera, et cetera
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| shit is worse than ever
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| There is something very sick about that
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| Power to the people!»
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| 2000 and beyond
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| 2000 and beyond
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| 2000 and beyond
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| Tricks and hoes, bitches and stripper poles
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| Shake it for dollar signs, let me see from behind
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| The ghetto’s a fairy tale, pimps and jezebels
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| Dealers with chrome rims with product for you to sell
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| Chemistry in the kitchen, alleys with rubbers in it
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| Tires go round and round, windows heavy tinted
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| Kush is scented inside
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| Pull me over, now they talking bout a canine («Code 6»)
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| Black man face down, damn
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| Charge it to the game
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| Bums warm they weary souls over open flames
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| Junkie can’t find God, watch him find his vein
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| Preacher walk right by like he ain’t seen a thang
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| Pass the collection plate
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| Niggas thought shit was gon' change on election day
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| Healthcare, H1N1 nasal spray
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| Got me scared to hit the block
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| Wear my flag as a mask, tote a Glock
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| In 2000 and beyond
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| In 2000 and beyond
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| In 2000 and beyond
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| «To tell you the truth, I’m not sure I even want any of this dirty money»
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| «Well, I’ll tell you what Reverend
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| We’ll find something to do with your share»
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| «No, no-no-no-no, I’ll take the money
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| I’m sure the Lord will find another way for me to do my penance»
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| Poor folk scrape dollars, spend the last
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| of they income tax on Impalas with the SS
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| Church give awards, who the best dressed?
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| Pastor drive a Bentley, got me thinking I was less blessed
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| cause I let a middle man
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| He was capping what I’m asking, I don’t understand
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| How you fit that many rings on a helping hand?
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| Tired of deception
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| But I pay his kid’s tuition cause I’m tryna get to Heaven
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| Ain’t it crazy? |
| Scared to have a baby
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| How can I protect it from the same streets that made me?
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| Concrete gladiator, bloodshed overflow
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| Real life, some places Russell Crowe would never go
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| Pimp tight flossing, look at what it cost me
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| Peace of mind, no sleep, late night tossing and turning
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| Waiting on the end, pray to God, forgive me for my sins
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| In 2000 and beyond
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| In 2000 and beyond
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| In 2000 and beyond
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| «You know how I survive?
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| Cause I don’t think about the world, that shit don’t exist to me
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| I don’t give a fuck about anything or anyone in it
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| because the minute I do, I’m a dead man out here
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| and you remember that shit»
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| As a child I was cold with a chip on my shoulders
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| Grandma told me be careful cause there’s sharks in the water
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| They will kill you, let the Good Lord steer you
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| Don’t worry bout the government, cause baby they don’t feel you
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| Martin Luther King had a dream, we was right there
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| I wonder what he saw when he up and had nightmares
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| Quite scared, all the work he had done
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| couldn’t stop what we’ve become
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| In 2000 and beyond
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| In 2000 and beyond
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| «Ain't nothing I say gon' get me out of this
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| But things were getting bad for me, and
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| I had to do what I had to do to s-, to survive» |