| Yo, yo, yo
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| And these nerds got problems with my words cause they bluntly sate
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| And these crackers in the government that want me dead
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| Crooked Feds, sheriff police and Highway Petrol
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| All know I’m anti so why I even play the role?
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| I know, you hate to see us ballin, but fate is callin'
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| And Babylon the great is fallin'
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| My back against the wall, but see my faith ain’t shaky
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| No matter what they do to try to put me to rot, they can’t break me
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| I flash all the lane like the strap flame
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| And be smashin, ever since I came in the Rap Game
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| No suck dick in their crave fame
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| But I ain’t gave up shit but my slave name
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| Unload through a fact, these crackers can’t equal the brother character
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| I represent the poor black people of America
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| From the soldiers that’s yell shot «TO WHOM?»
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| To the homies who be goin' through hell on the cell block
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| Representin' the street thuggin, tryin' to bubble
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| To the single mothers tryin' to eat, strugglin' in trucks
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| Those that’s weak and those that ain’t
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| I feel the brother got to speak for those that can’t
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| Deep in the bay, our coast, eastside, west coast
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| In the California rulers where they’re doin' the most
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| Instead of livin' a skit, it’s easy beggin' we quit
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| But nigga I don’t give a fuck what they threat me wit
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| These motherfuckers can’t break me
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| Man, these suckers can’t break me
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| These perpetrators can’t break me
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| Man, these haters can’t break me
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| These interrupters can’t break me
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| Their penitentiaries can’t break me
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| These treacherin' girls can’t break me
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| Man, this wicked world can’t break me
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| Ten precent blood, suckers start to lay me down
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| All they did was fuckin' around, and get in mainly clown
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| With the sound of the lost, found the tribe of Shabazz
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| I expose these whores like the wizard of vibes
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| Lord knows man, these crackers ain’t make me known
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| So I’ma bang this black thing 'til it take me home
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| Hear the cry of the small fry when we pray
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| I’ll be the fall guy, fuck it, we all gonna die anyway «That's right»
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| They might scratch your body but they can’t break your mind
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| Fuck wealth find, I do it for myself and kind
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| I’m makin' a few dollars but I make a gang of cents
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| Know what to bang for and who to bang against
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| Diggin' past, present and future in perfect tense
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| Stand strong in back whenever straddle the fence
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| So this enemy can’t prevail
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| Cause I don’t buy their shit and I ain’t for sale
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| These niggas wanna shut me up, break me down
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| Stir me away, turn me around, storm me out
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| Stop my fight, bite me off, stop my life, make my fate
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| Make me die, Kill my spiel, hurt me out
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| Fray my heal, vers' my squad, make me curse God
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| Give up hope, retreat
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| I can’t cope, be sweat
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| Sell out, switch hit, make me do some bitch shit
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| Quit ride on bang, go soft
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| Just intertain, turn Pop
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| Stay calm, stop droppin' Islam
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| Transaction in the bar go blocked and white Bobby
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| Prosecutin' my 2Pac and Biggie small me
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| Call me Anti-white cause how I get at them
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| Sellin' crackers, but when we call each other nigga that’s platinum
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| Man, we gain no sins, and we ain’t no mucks
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| But make no mistake, Muhammad don’t make no punks
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| We kill snakes and skunks, so you can call me a sinner
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| But dead or alive, I’ma still be the winner |