| It’s my hood, I been livin' here for seventeen years
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| Boy I done got jumped, my car done got shot up
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| I done got shot at, I been to jail, three, fo' times
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| «I want parents to simply wake up, to take responsibility for our own kids.
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| It’s time to take action! |
| It’s time to wake up and stop sleeping!»
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| Peace, what’s happenin' rookie?
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| It’s been a while since I been gone, just tryin' to fall in
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| Ain’t nothin' new, shit, I keep it mannish
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| It’s different now than when I was out, let’s examine
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| What’s happenin', junior? |
| What’s goin' down?
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| How the women actin, heard you was crushin 'em in the town
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| Look good don’t they? |
| Hell yeah, shoulda saw
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| The ones last week at the mall, hella raw
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| And all tryin' to come up, like video queens
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| So fine they make some of us do the stupidest things
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| But be careful though, get caught up, know what you doin
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| Fuck around and be a teenage pop, and life is ruined
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| How ya momma doin? |
| She cool, is that right?
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| Seen your sister last week at the bank, lookin tight
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| Keep yo' eyes on her, cause niggas, nowadays
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| Always lookin for some new ones to train, so many ways
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| And I’m amazed, but not amused as such
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| We all brothers but some of us gettin caught in the clutch
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| Another, day go by another, day’s the same
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| Another, day of strife I say a, prayer for change
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| But I can’t complain, and if I did, so what?
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| The best we can do is try to find the truth and come up
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| I’m still bangin' on these tracks, still keep hope for us
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| Yeah I’m back, still rough on wax, and still bust
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| E’rybody gotta do their own thang
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| See the whole world goin' insane
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| Hope to see sun, it’ll be rain
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| We lay low, lay low, lay low
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| E’rybody tryin' to maintain
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| Brothers gonna work out in the end
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| 'Til we get peace it’ll be pain
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| And they know, they know, they know
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| What’s on your mind? |
| What, your homie died?
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| Over what, some bullshit? |
| Is that right?
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| I known him since back in the days, we was tight
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| Used to date his older sister back in late '85
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| I just wonder why, the shit don’t make no sense
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| How many gotta die befo' these niggas convinced?
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| Death is final every day for my people I’m prayin'
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| Seems so many lose our futures fuckin 'round in the game
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| A motherfuckin shame, another life is ruined
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| Know you wanna ride but gunnin for them niggas is useless
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| See we all confused, damn, but everything is a test
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| Don’t let ego and emotions be the reason you slip
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| Cause though your boys might fall, fall for doin wrong
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| Friends drop like drawers, nobody mobbin 'like the law
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| And we don’t need no more in the pen or at war
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| It’s open season every brother on the street is a target, believe
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| E’rybody gotta do their own thang
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| See the whole world goin' insane
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| Hope to see sun, it’ll be rain
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| We lay low, lay low, lay low
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| E’rybody tryin' to maintain
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| Brothers gonna work out in the end
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| 'Til we get peace it’ll be pain
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| And they know, they know, they know
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| Now even though I’m anti-pop, I still rise
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| And though it seem it ain’t gon' stop, I still rise
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| Above this bullshit hip-hop, I still rise
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| Supply, wise words, disguised in rhyme verse
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| I curse, what these niggas is sayin, ain’t nothin' real
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| Just fairy tales of pimpin' these sisters and makin' mail
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| I see 'em pose, see the bitchy roles they play
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| See these videos they shitty, see the way we portrayed
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| See these sellin'-out acts just sellin' our rap
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| Believe wannabe macks with powerhouse tracks
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| Redefined black manhood, defied Allah
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| We rise up, fuck this bullshit, survival or die
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| See them thuggin', niggas muggin' with that criminal pout
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| See 'em frown in every photo, see that shit in they mouth
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| See 'em tattered, lookin' battered, chasin' pussy and weed
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| Makin' hookers out of queens, every video feed
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| I see these labels sit back, push this shit like crack
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| Now every record every act, got you thinkin' it’s black
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| To act a fool, chasin' pussy like it’s hard to get
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| I see these crackers think it’s cool, bein' niggas for chips
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| I split jiggaboo chins, analyze these trends
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| If it’s down to me and them I’m sendin' flowers to kin
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| Ain’t nothin' easy in this world, struggle makes the man
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| Don’t let these motherfuckers do you understand the plan, believe
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| E’rybody gotta do their own thang
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| See the whole world goin' insane
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| Hope to see sun, it’ll be rain
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| We lay low, lay low, lay low
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| E’rybody tryin' to maintain
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| Brothers gonna work out in the end
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| 'Til we get peace it’ll be pain
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| And they know, they know, they know
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| E’rybody gotta do their own thang
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| See the whole world goin' insane
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| Hope to see sun, it’ll be rain
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| We lay low, lay low, lay low
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| E’rybody tryin' to maintain
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| Brothers gonna work out in the end
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| 'Til we get peace it’ll be pain
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| And they know, they know, they know |