| We dealin with death, in abundance
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| Dirty guns and, the pungent smell, of those who fell
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| Bodies, like commodoties, ready to sell
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| Take you around the world for a hundred dollars
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| Meanwhile, a little baby hollers
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| Hopin that she doesn’t follow in her mother’s footsteps
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| Of drugs and sex, every day, more thugs to arrest
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| And today could be the day you catch a slug in your chest
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| Funny thing about life — nobody, gets out alive
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| The trick is to see, how long, you can survive
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| We deprived of our basic needs
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| Sufferin at the hands of a racist greed
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| In the black wo-man's where I place my seed
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| When they grow, will they know, that I tried to make it better for them?
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| Will I be dead or inside of a federal pen?
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| Niggas just don’t learn, niggas just won’t learn
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| As we walk through the valley of dry bones
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| Death from, New York to Cali, the shit hits homes
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| Niggas with 40 calibers, that’ll split ya bone
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| Other niggas with silencers, with gats that’s chrome
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| It seems the violence only escalates, I’m concerned
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| When the slug penetrate your flesh, see it burn
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| Livin with the constant threat, that it could be yo' turn
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| Niggas just don’t learn, niggas just won’t learn
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| On 8th Ave, keep bouncin in the Mave'
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| He don’t even know the type of problems he gon' have
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| He facin obstacles, greed, it’s the large city need
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| Remember when he ain’t smoke weed
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| Jail hold’s raw, spittin seed
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| In the Polo Grounds, in 89 we dodged steed
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| All the slaves ain’t freed
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| Make him the captain, muh’fucker we’ll lead
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| Shoot him in the chest muh’fucker will bleed
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| Cause way he’s goin he’s gon' need God-speed
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| I seen a man die, gettin shot in the eye
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| And then leave this earth with a sigh
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| I wish I had a dollar for every funeral parlor
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| That I been to, and I ain’t tryin to end to
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| I’ve been a friend to a lot of dead niggas
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| With multiple gunshots, niggas used to run spots
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| Now little shorties don’t have a chance
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| Cause hard times be comin down like a avalanche
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| We play the streets until we carried on a ambulance
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| Day by day we be the victims of the circumstance
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| See the poison has us movin at a steady flow
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| It filters through your radio and your video
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| You ever once stop to think and wonder why it’s so?
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| We don’t know cause we blinded by the fog of 'dro, so we let it go
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| We dedicate our whole careers to save our dyin nation
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| Cause what we facin is the process of elimination
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| So busy chasin that our history begins erasin
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| A savage nation that is headin for anihilation
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| Time out — put the killin to a drought
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| And shorty stop runnin around puttin all them dicks in yo' mouth
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| I be concerned cause we burn baby burn
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| And we just don’t, learn |