| I think we are all acquinted with The Problem
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| It’s The Solution that we’re after ---
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| Hold the fuck up, not just yet
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| We can understand the dynamics of the culture that live
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| You are judging your brothers and sisters by a society that has surpressed
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| Them
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| On that judgement, you won’t be sent anything
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| Aiyo, hundred dollar knots bulging, freshly dipped
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| On the block posing, smoking, thugged out, block toting
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| If he mack the most, from the day before
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| Twenty bags of 'dro, yeah, I’m blazing, yo
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| I rumble with the federate, from New York to the Jungle of Connecticut
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| Cellular jack, tell you to crack
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| Tats on the arms and back, Negro League
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| A bunch of niggas that’s armed with bats for the love of the gizzy
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| Rated up in the X fever, laying up with the tech nina, nigga, what’s hood?
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| Grandma told me nigga and ain’t is not grammar
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| So I’m always gonna be a nigga, cuz I ain’t grammar, bitches, what’s good?
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| A 6 Rule, ten to fifteen, I five and better
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| Bet that, head crack, let me get that
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| African month, burn a dutch til his ass is in dust
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| Turn it up til I blasted and bust
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| Give a fuck til the day that I die, repppin' the Crooked Letter I
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| Forever, I’m on shit, like a fly
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| Reaching out with the Henny, til I fuck a hurl
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| Screaming middle finger up the world
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| Damn pig face sons bitches --
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| Stop, crazy niggas you hanging out with
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| Always shooting each other and getting shot up by the police
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| I say what I feel, that’s all |