| 25K starting pay, play the game
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| Make a name for yourself
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| Put the blame on someone else
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| Oh he reached to resist
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| Empty clips and spent shells
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| Just how many, in defense it’s all blurred
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| Allegations waiting, where’s the autopsy
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| Toxicology lab and they knocking
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| If it was one of your own I bet they’d have the city sewn the fuck up
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| Muscle down the weakest link
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| You can’t stop the bumrush
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| Tactics of a lesser god
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| Feed the beast, scan your card
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| Carbs in charge, quota time, numbers talk
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| Jeers and taunts, fuck 'em all
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| Damage control, procedures right out the book
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| Be honest for once, man
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| You shoot cause you shook
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| Death squads answer to who? |
| Furtive movements, make 'em nervous men
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| They grabbing their tool
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| Bet that’s murder, bloody murder
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| Which weasel you finna hide behind?
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| State-appointed pervert, the story it’s all designed
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| Vulture time, crooked dicks, and deep pockets
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| Lifetime desk job offers with full coverage
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| One hand wash the other, loyalty is a given
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| Who you calling a victim?
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| Stay away from twice-fried pork
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| Everybody wanna be a nigga, nobody wanna be a nigga
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| Furtive movements, trigger blast they got a right to
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| Ain’t no telling what he might do
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| Everybody wanna be a nigga, nobody wanna be a nigga
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| Furtive movements, trigger blast they got a right to
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| Ain’t no telling what he might do
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| Everybody wanna be a nigga, nobody wanna be a nigga
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| Furtive movements, trigger blast they got a right to
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| Ain’t no telling what he might do
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| Everybody wanna be a nigga, nobody wanna be a nigga
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| Furtive movements, trigger blast they got a right to
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| Ain’t no telling what he might do
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| They wanna know if you live what you say
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| But talk is cheap and I’m in the dollar store erry day
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| I’ve half a mind to rob the place
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| Clean getaway to stalk streets with a pocketful of bad pennies
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| Juvenile Techniques
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| Double Vinyl, paint train Lionel
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| Mind you, the last time shit went down we couldn’t find you
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| So, revolution? |
| Color me skeptical like swine flew
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| Crackers still win when they lose, like Rocky
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| 88, King Jaffe, 7th grade, Coming To America, slightly out of touch
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| I wasn’t black enough for the back of the cheese bus
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| Swiftly dumbed it down, started acting up (you see where that got me!)
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| They dark as Chris Tucker calling me a spear chucker
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| Kid, they really mindfucked ya
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| But make no mistake, I’m Quinn Buckner
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| Black on Black
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| Matter fact errybody in the hood Benjamin Button
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| It’s just black don’t crack
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| Erry corner Babylon strapped with gats, more plastic than Chinese export
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| And it’s looking like we caught
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| Till he use the force
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| These are not the negroes you’re looking for
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| Whether synth or beatbox, heat rocks like pipe dreaming in detox
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| Now all I need is a tape fulla disposable cheap shots
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| To get the moniker buzzing like doors to 90s weed spots
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| Super Cat cousin, I’ll play the fiddle while ya ghetto red hot
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| Everybody wanna be a nigga, nobody wanna be a nigga
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| Furtive movements, trigger blast they got a right to
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| Ain’t no telling what he might do
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| Everybody wanna be a nigga, nobody wanna be a nigga
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| Furtive movements, trigger blast they got a right to
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| Ain’t no telling what he might do |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Freedmen's Bureau , by - E L U C I DSong from the album History Will Absolve Me, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп