| For all the homies doing time, look alive
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| For every day your mama cried, look alive
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| When the five-0 arrive, look alive
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| Everybody look alive, look alive
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| You ain’t ready, uh
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| Yeah
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| See we always on the run
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| 'Cause they be chasing us for fun
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| When the neighborhood in pieces
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| They say to pray and look to Jesus
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| Light a candle with the sun
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| 'Cause we lost another one
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| Got us pledging our allegiance
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| To a hand that doesn’t feed us, preach
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| I got a mouth like Malcolm
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| And hands just like Ali
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| Black Panther, white mother
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| You better not try me
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| I got a mind like Martin
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| Visions of Rodney King
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| My city’s on fire
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| You know sometimes you gotta burn it down to build it up again
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| Lights go out in the town we’re living in
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| Burn it down when no one’s innocent
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| Burn it down
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| I am a gun on the run
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| I am a gun on the run
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| I am a gun on the run
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| We live behind the lines
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| That they be keeping us inside
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| And if red denotes the devil
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| Then in hell is where we’ll settle
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| If I had to pick a side
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| It’s Inglewood until I die
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| We the necessary evil
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| For all these fake angelic people
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| I got a mouth like Malcolm
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| And hands just like Ali
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| Black Panther, white mother
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| You better not try me
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| I got a mind like Martin
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| Visions of Rodney King
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| My city’s on fire
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| You know sometimes you gotta burn it down to build it up again
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| Lights go out in the town we’re living in
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| Burn it down when no one’s innocent
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| Burn it down
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| I am a gun on the run
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| Fight for survival, but we was dead on arrival
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| So we gon' fight for survival until we
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| Put me in front of the gun
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| Fight for survival, but we was dead on arrival
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| So we gon' fight for survival until we
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| Put me in front of the gun
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| Oh, bang, bang
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| Oh, put me in front of the gun
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| Yeah, okay, yeah
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| You know sometimes you gotta burn it down to build it up again
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| Lights go out in the town we’re living in
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| Burn it down when no one’s innocent
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| Burn it down
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| We point our fingers while they point their guns
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| Bullets, they miss us, we’re guys on the run
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| So burn it down and build it up again
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| Burn it down
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| I am a gun on the run
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| We still killers
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| I am a gun on the run
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| I am a gun on the run |