| It’s really real, when I feel the way that I do right now
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| I see all my brothers underground
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| Pushing up daisies, man, it amazes me
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| That you can’t see where you gonna be
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| A statistic, everybody’s gon' call ballistic
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| If you had a good day, damn, I must have missed it
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| Cause you mad at the Universe
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| Going to hell with everybody else cause you want your own first
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| I got the urge to let you in on a little secret
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| Cause you keep dying if I keep it
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| All the keeling that you’re feeling is from within
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| For the copper check the color of your skin
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| Why lie? |
| I couldn’t try even if I had to
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| Born with the bullet-proof vest when I had you
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| A black woman trying to get through to the few
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| So you can leave the next crew
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| 5 o’clock in the morning. |
| Where you gonna be?
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| (Outside on the corner)
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| You better get yourself together
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| While you’re wasting all your time
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| Right along with your mind
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| 5 o’clock in the morning. |
| Where you gonna be?
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| (Outside on the corner)
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| You better get yourself together
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| While you’re wasting all your time |
| Right along with your mind
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| (Bink Woods Dre):
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| Why should I do right and suffer
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| I rather do wrong making that loopy and that hustler
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| Instead of hot-dogs I’m eating porks up in their smother
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| And got a gang of loot up in the safe up in my covers
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| On top of all that I push big fat Lex
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| And got my hoes that in golf course just in case I feel like flexing
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| So I must ask, for real though, who are you
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| See, I’m a big man
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| (Drecia Vega):
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| Yeah, you know you’se a big man, check it
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| I went for twelve years to school and never could read
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| A knowledge of my hood is something they can never teach me
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| I never started to step but I kept up with the Joneses
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| Having rollers… my little pinky ring
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| I did a lot of kinky thing the girls knew it, flock into it
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| I’m around my old way, yeah, they still wants to do it
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| Its not about the clothes that you got on your back
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| But the money in your pocket and if you’re down like that
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| Come on
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| 5 o’clock in the morning. |
| Where you gonna be?
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| (Outside on the corner)
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| You better get yourself together |
| While you’re wasting all your time
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| Right along with your mind
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| 5 o’clock in the morning. |
| Where you gonna be?
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| (Outside on the corner)
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| You better get yourself together
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| While you’re wasting all your time
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| Right along with your mind
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| Wella, Mr. Black Man tell me where you’re heading
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| The last few years I watched while you were sheading
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| Pounds and pounds on growth for the population
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| Soon we won’t be able to have a strong black nation
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| A shooting here, a stabbing there nowhere to stop
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| Cause now you’re dying from the dose of the crack rock
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| I’m just a Nubian Queen that needs a king to stand strong
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| And try to press on
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| It’s not a white man’s finger on the trigger
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| Car-jacks, drive-by's, callin' each other «nigga»
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| I’m not here to scold but rather shape n' mold
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| That young black mind that won’t live to grow old
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| Cause you’re fronting smoking on the blunt and
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| Down with your friends cause you think you’re making ends
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| But you’re not — and that’s the truth of the matter
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| Your brother gettin' skinny, cause you want your pockets fatter |
| 5 o’clock in the morning. |
| Where you gonna be?
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| (Outside on the corner)
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| You better get yourself together
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| While you’re wasting all your time
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| Right along with your mind
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| 5 o’clock in the morning. |
| Where you gonna be?
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| (Outside on the corner)
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| You better get yourself together
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| While you’re wasting all your time
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| Right along with your mind |