| No jokin', I’m sleepin' with my eyes open
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| Wanted for a homicide ride, the gun’s still smokin'
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| Didn’t know what I was doin' but did it anyway
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| Now the posse’s on my trail, they say I’m gonna pay (Run!)
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| I had a gun, it’s mine and I packed it
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| Out with my crew, the boys caught some static
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| Me and this sucker punk went at it
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| Bang! |
| Nine automatic
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| Hunted Child
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| I’m the Hunted Child
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| (Sources say the assailant was 17-years old and lives in South-Central Los
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| Angeles)
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| Now I’m on a hideout tip cos they’re after me
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| LAPD says they’re gonna capture me
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| Was I crazy? |
| I guess I had to be
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| Cos once you kill it’s instant catastrophe
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| Your whole life is over (Through!)
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| Forget about your girl your (Crew!)
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| Nowhere to run, so what you gonna do?
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| Be glad it’s me, homeboy, and not you
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| The Hunted Child
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| I’m the Hunted Child
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| Hunted Child
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| I’m the Hunted Child
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| I’m only 17, I didn’t mean to kill, man
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| But I was slangin' and bangin' for the thrill, man
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| When they said (Kill!) I felt chill, man
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| But once I pulled the trigger, boy, then things got ill, man
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| My homeboys dipped out the back fast
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| Left me alone in the echo of the gun blast
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| Everybody saw my face, I didn’t wear a mask
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| You wanna know my name? |
| Just ask
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| The Hunted Child
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| I’m the Hunted Child
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| Hunted Child
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| I’m the Hunted Child
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| (The science of Capitalism which you teach to the youth on the streets today
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| with the 'ends justifying the means' mentality ain’t happenin')
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| I’m sweatin' heavy cos my face is on TV
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| Everybody in this whole world’s after me
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| Since I was young I never had a damned thing
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| At Christmas time I’d hate to hear the bells ring
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| Cos in the ghetto Santa ain’t got a dime
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| Your mother’s standin' in the welfare line
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| The way the youth survive is crime
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| My life is over so I might as well speak my mind
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| I killed a brother cos this system had me geared to kill
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| Cos what I call home you call hell
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| My ghetto quarters ain’t no better than a jail cell
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| But there’s a message in this story that I’m tryna tell
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| We’re just brothers on the streets killin' brothers
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| This system has us geared to kill one another
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| Sellin' dope to poison each other
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| The plan of The Man, word to the mother
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| But I’m a sucker cos I fell into their plan
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| 187, I killed a brother man
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| My life on Earth was hell, you understand?
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| But when I die I’m goin' to hell again
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| I’m the Hunted Child… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Hunted Child , by - Ice T. Song from the album The Complete Sire Albums 1987 - 1991, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп