| the arrangers of sinisters
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| I wanna give from John, symbolize the life
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| (Half-A-Mill, Sluggy Ranks, ya know)
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| And this is Sodom and Gomorrah
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| Your not sure deceive to murder
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| And this is Sodom and Gomorrah
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| Rappers are not sure deceive to murder
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| We don’t cry for them players in 'em Bentley Coupes
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| We don’t cry for them ballers gettin big willy loot
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| We don’t cry for them hustlers in 'em Gucci suits
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| But we cry man we cry for the youths cuz they innocent
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| The Government is killin shit
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| While niggaz in the hood is dealin bricks, big shit
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| We sell Coke, they sell Countries
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| We cop ice niggaz workin Diamond mines for the rest of they life
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| Neva to see they seed or their wife
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| Jacob neva threw a block party in my hood
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| This is our live, Mercedes Benz ain’t neva did for us
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| Except help victims micro-chip so they can put 'em in us
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| The hood is in lust, big brother got footage of us
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| Executive orders, 6−6-6 put 'em in cuffs
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| Put 'em on the bus, Concentration Camps waitin for us
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| Money and material they soon to take it from us
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| Take it from us!
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| Word, yo they lockin us up everyday son
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| they treatin us down like 30 stores
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| nuttin, puttin us on highways for nuttin
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| Knawmean?, its aiight though, its aiight though
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| you know why, word! |
| yo
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| Now in days they arrest preachers
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| can’t see you in school (why?) they might get molested by teachers
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| Don’t run through red lights the cops might beat ya
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| 20 of 'em, they lock you up they might not feed ya
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| In this new world they might not need ya
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| They got nuetra-noise robots to replace man computer to leech ya
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| High tech features, they plan to spread us wit heaters
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| And effect us all wit the most dangerous disease’s
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| Chicken heads soon to be sickened dead
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| Thugs carry four-fifth wit inferred to send us to Imhotep
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| But now we the lost race
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| Everyday is another court case
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| Either you sell or torch base
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| We livin in hell, its written all over your face
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| In the eyes of the most high we all disgrace
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| From the cradle to the corner, greed, lust, envy and hate
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| Got us all in this negro state…
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| yea, uh huh, concentration camps they say
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| all these fake politicians actin like they our leaders
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| we know what time it is, we know y’all against us
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| yea, this goes out to the streets son, soon to take over yo
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| soon to take over son
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| For the youths dem live so strange
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| Slingin their guns just like John Wayne
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| And everyday another rapper gets slain
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| Smokin Cruk and smokin Cocaine
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| Another brother live spends in takin boys
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| Breezin in the Range, got G’s in the Range
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| Freezin wit bling, I was raised in the street to be King
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| Fired that heater thing, project Messiah speakin the slang
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| In these streets niggaz bang and put holes in your brains
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| Ya’ll know Half-A-Mill Sluggy Ranks, Capro via Metro
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| We know parsh, whips like the car show, but God know
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| we livin in time thats hard yo
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| wicked men leave the blind straight Sodom And Gomorrah
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| Bestialities, sexual acts of Guam show
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| The Devil or God, which one do you follow?
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| The youths are still dyin, my sisters are still cryin
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| My children are cryin, and I still feel the pain…
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| yea, word, knawmean?, knawmean?
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| yea, you not sure, you not sure
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| Its a small chance, real range
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| what! |
| your not sure, your not sure
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| word! |
| you know y’all tryin to take us down
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| you know y’all tryin to make it hard for us
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| knawmean?, ya feelin it, uh this goes out to the hood
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| uh, 'member, 'member where you at?, 'member how we got here?
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| 'member who runs this country? |
| (Crown Heights) yamean?
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| (Queens) 6000 year rule |