| On my way to the Barbershop to get a fresh cut
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| Stepped out the front door then something really messed up happened
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| I got this neighbour Mr. Taverez
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| Who got two dogs and couldn’t really care less
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| And so these K9's would be pouncing onto people
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| And this ain’t the first time I had to tell him bout' retrieval of his animals
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| Cos once again they pounced on me
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| So I went to find Taverez to denounce his beasts
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| But then he said to me «you're doing in my head about these dogs
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| Why don’t you pay some taxes and go get a fucking job?»
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| He knew nothing about me, but it wasn’t hard to figure
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| That the only thing he’s seeing when he looks at me’s a nigga
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| I never hesitated, I got infuriated
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| And stepped towards this fucka like I’m not the one to play with
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| And then he calls me stupid, but he doesn’t know he’s saying
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| All the things that just describe himself
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| I find it hard containing all my anger
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| The Caretaker tries to intervene, but the next part’s for real
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| This ain’t setting the scene
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| Taverez pulled out a stun gun, thinking I’m afraid
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| But that ain’t something' I’mma run from, hell no
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| And then he starts waving it around
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| And hurling his abuse, but I’m standing my ground
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| Eventually we both calmed down
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| But the Caretaker done called the cops to come around
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| Mr. Taverez, I hope that you can hear this (x2)
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| You Son of a Gun
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| Verse Two
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| Now, despite everything, I went to get my haircut
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| Then the cops called me on my phone to get a clear cut
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| Version of the story, cos they came to my apartment
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| But I wasn’t home, so I told em'
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| Then they said regardless of the facts
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| We went to your neighbour for a second
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| He told us what occurred and then he went to get his weapon
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| To show us what he was prepared to use in his defence
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| But we jumped straight on him
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| Put him under arrest for possession of a firearm illegally
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| Then cuffed him and charged him, now in a cell looking for justice
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| He got two years conditional discharge
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| A criminal conviction, didn’t think it’d be this harsh
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| His lady broke out
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| She didn’t know she had a man with weapons in the house
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| I guess it gave it her doubts
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| Plus his animals were taken away, tough luck
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| And every time he seen me ever since he gives me fucked up looks
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| And he can think it’s my fault
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| But this could have been avoided if he didn’t resort to ignorance
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| And he can blame me all he wanna
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| But this is just a case of self-inflicting all his trauma
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| Cos I ain’t a trouble maker and I wanna live in peace
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| But this just another story when you live in the east
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| It’s just another story when you live in the east
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| It’s just another story that I had to release, Mr. Taverez, hah,
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| you Son of a Gun |