| Full speed ahead never slow my roll lightin J’s as I pass your Hi-way patrol —
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| On the sidewalk spittin as the cop drive by-
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| Piggy starin at me like I’m supposed to blink an eye —
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| I don’t fear other men other men fear me —
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| I don’t believe in your ignorant hypocrisy
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| I don’t need you to judge me or read me my rights
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| Tough cops on bikes no gay men in tights
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| A little bit of love
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| A little bit of fear
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| A little bit of everybody’s mouth in my ear
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| I ain’t listen to you because I do what I do
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| And if you got some bud’s
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| I’m a smoke then to
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| You betta back the hell up a give Loc some space
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| And quite the bullshit you’re yellin in my face
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| I got one life to live and I’m goin out smoking
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| So fuck what you say and the people that are chosen
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| Livin in fear fear of their cops fear of their jails fear of their laws
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| Livin in fear fear of their plan fear of their guns fear of there hand-
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| Livin in fear fear of their hate fear of their boots night sticks-n-mace
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| Fear of their power ignorance and greed
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| Fear of their laws and the hate they breed- «Fear Not»
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| This is a unified session built for world wide tokin I
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| May stay bent true but I’m not broken —
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| You silence me see cuz I’m out spoken —
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| Your sleep walkin now I’m awokin —
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| Ask D-loc If you think I’m jokin —
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| «D-loc stays blazed everyday I’m tokin»
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| So if money can’t be eaten — and freedom can’t be bought
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| You speak of free thinkin they’ll incarcerate your thought
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| So give me the right to speak and I’m a take it
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| Give me a mold to break and I’m a break it
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| True to myself I stay I can’t fake it
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| Put the pot in the brownie mix and then bake it
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| Livin in fear fear of their cops fear of their jails fear of their laws
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| Livin in fear fear of their plan fear of their guns fear of there hand-
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| Livin in fear fear of their hate fear of their boots night sticks-n-mace
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| Fear of their power ignorance and greed
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| Fear of their laws and the hate they breed- «Fear Not»
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| You want me to be scarred, prepare to be let down
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| I’m standing strong on my ground, still reppin' P-town
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| Ridin' round in my crown, the cops see me and frown
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| And they be acting like clowns, pulling me over for my sounds
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| Fuckin hassling me with their authority
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| With their badge, fucking fags, illegal search and siege
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| Found a little bit of weed, now I gotta pay a fee
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| When I can smoke in the streets is when I’ll really be free
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| Livin in fear fear of their cops fear of their jails fear of their laws
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| Livin in fear fear of their plan fear of their guns fear of there hand-
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| Livin in fear fear of their hate fear of their boots night sticks-n-mace
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| Fear of their power ignorance and greed
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| Fear of their laws and the hate they breed- «Fear Not» |