| I usually don’t condone violence but
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| You pushed me to this point
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| And this is war, yeah
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| You know we gotta rock it in my backyard
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| And I declare warfare
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| I dare you to meet me on the blacktop
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| I got a rocket launcher aiming at you
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| I got a super soaker gun and a silver .22
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| It be like no fair
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| Cause this is warfare
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| Every time I turn my TV on
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| I see another innocent black kid gone
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| Killed by the NYPD, LAPD, fuck the police
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| Trying to act cool but you don’t know me
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| You don’t protect, you enforce the law
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| Got a rocket launcher aimed at your dome piece
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| It’s only so long before the guns are drawn
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| That warfare brought to you
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| By the pigs that kill with no care ain’t shit fair
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| Raise my fist but not to show off this wristwear
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| If you standing up, if you backing down
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| When you allow brutality
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| Ain’t shit changed since Pac days
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| It’s thug life to my eulogy
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| Ain’t new to me, just a different town
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| Rodney King under Mike Brown
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| Its hashtag so you hyping now
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| But tomorrow I don’t hear a sound
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| The biggest gang in the world ain’t Crips and Piru its police
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| And they show their colors daily
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| So show yours or be deceased
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| And this is war, yeah
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| You know we gotta rock it in my backyard
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| And I declare warfare
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| I dare you to meet me on the blacktop
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| I got a rocket launcher aiming at you
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| I got a super soaker gun and a silver .22
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| It be like no fair
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| Cause this is warfare
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| Whatchu talkin' 'bout?
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| It be like 6, 5, 4, now they blowin' down your door
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| And 3, 2, 1 you ain’t seen me with the gun
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| Cause the Glock is hot, yeah the Glock is hot
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| I ain’t got no time for the crooked cops
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| With the real good smiles, they tryna have me locked
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| Upstate no bail if you can’t tell
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| I’m guilty for wanting to have my niggas excel
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| And if I speak out of order they will throw my ass in jail
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| Block cell, the agenda is to have all of us fail
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| Can’t you tell?
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| Make me wanna just pack the heat, straight from hell
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| Now when the clock strikes twelve better know it’s time for the showdown,
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| 'bout to go down
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| Either talk your shit and hit you with the low blow
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| But instead, I let that gun talk
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| Supersoaker, supernova
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| Shoot 'em up in that hemp spot
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| Now let the chorus drop
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| And this is war, yeah
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| You know we gotta rock it in my backyard
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| And I declare warfare
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| I dare you to meet me on the blacktop
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| I got a rocket launcher aiming at you
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| I got a super soaker gun and a silver .22
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| It be like no fair
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| Cause this is warfare
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| This is war, yeah
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| You know we gotta rock it in my backyard
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| And I declare warfare
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| I dare you to meet me on the blacktop |