| Trap is set and you the mouse, freely walking through your house
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| Relationship on the edge, barely talking to your spouse
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| Whole damn town is mad everybody down to blast
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| Vast majority upset and agger people bound to clash
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| Loud talk draped around, tried but can’t escape the sound
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| Son getting older now he thinking he can take you down
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| Bucking up and feeling fat, now you got to deal with that
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| I knew this day would come man, I don’t wanna have to kill this cat
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| Plus you wanna get your boss, he won’t even let you talk
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| Mind on the edge now, slightest thing will set you off
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| Been around the block so don’t treat me like a first-nighter
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| Walking down the street, white lady grips her purse tighter
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| Even though I paid my dues, man the devil hate to lose
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| Police got four or five tools that they can’t wait to use
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| Racist ways coming out, shooting spraying tasing joking
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| Used to hide you when they beat you, now they whip you in the open. |
| Tension
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| When I’m rolling through the hood I feel tension
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| When I step into my house I feel tension
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| As I’m walking down the street I feel tension
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| When I see the police I feel
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| Before I hit the corner I can already tell it’s jumping
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| Loud music heavy bumping everybody selling something
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| Every-night a new disciple cheer the devil boo the bible
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| Prison waits for five-year-olds whose lives will soon go through the cycle
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| Running up and bang doors, blood baths paint floors
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| Shady women make you claim and raise babies that ain’t yours
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| Close cats and drugs are life, somebody might bust tonight
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| Wife don’t trust the husband, husband don’t trust the wife
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| Cutting throats to climb the ladder, that’ll make your wallet fatter
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| Daughter in the strip-club with rappers throwing dollars at her
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| Shots exploding through you should’ve did what you was told to do
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| Now you decomposing in a suit with loved ones standing over you
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| No sanity coz we lost it, stressing got the world exhausted
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| Government be tryin' to toss it, knowing they the ones who caused it
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| Every action is a part of dysfunctional thought-disorder
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| Daily friction in the family, father son mother daughter. |
| Tension
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| Tension and apprehension as I pass through a suburban dimension
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| My neck feels the tightness of a lynching
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| Grinding male, walking through the hood with your mind in hell
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| The anxiety you feel your first time in jail
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| Tension, standing face to face with the main goon
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| One dude with both his baby-mamas in the same room
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| Finding out the one you trusted that’s who busted ya
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| Two rival hustlers competing for street customers
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| Making a couple o' adjustments trying to keep others from touching ya
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| When life is thrusting shock suffering at your jugular
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| Heartless guys, see the ego gathers where the caucus lies
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| Fathers of the dark despise then lawyers rise and organize
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| All around, everybody’s fighting in this sport of blood
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| Nothing more intense than when you got to stand before the judge
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| Freedom on the line, it’s a everyday part of life
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| We cutting through it but it’s hard to slice, we need a sharper knife. |
| Tension |