| Warm it up bruh, it’s time to put 'em to the test
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| P-Dog back up in mix from the West
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| Some throw a dub, but we throwin' up a fist
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| And a few things need to be addressed, goin' down the list
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| Let’s get this mothafucka crackin'
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| Hard Truth Revolutionary back rappin'
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| Back on the map, finna put the Black back in
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| And stop actin' like the Black movement is past tense
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| Real niggas understand
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| Return of the drop squad recognize the brand
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| G-U-E-R-R-I double L-A funk
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| Comin' out the yay with that Bay funk
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| Yeah, still in line with struggle
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| Right with the right side recognize the hustle
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| Muscle on off brands stand with the muzzle
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| Aimed squarely at them fairy tale posin'-ass sissy clones
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| What kind of freedom you got?
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| Only one on that one-time ass, make 'em stop
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| Gat Turner with the twin burner, twenty-one shots in my drawz
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| Red beam on a pig make 'em pause
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| You could take it or leave it alone
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| Stay away from a soldier when he in a zone
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| Make way for a panther that’s free to roam
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| And creepin' on all enemies until all his people on
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| Say this, play this, spray this, can’t evade this
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| Lethal Warning Shot
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| We bang this, claim this, name this, sang this, thang this
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| Lethal Warning Shot
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| That’s the sound ya can’t avoid
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| First round is on ya boy
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| We clap back, with that, get back, it’s that
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| Lethal Warning Shot
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| Comin' live from the Bay
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| The side where the Black lives die everyday
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| No rise in the pay, just hard times of the lost lives
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| On the front lines cryin' in pain
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| P (Dog), the needle in ya sandwich
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| Blood on behalf of the low and middle classes
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| Hard truth classics, twelve point plan for freedom that’s the transcript
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| Stand and demand this
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| Real spit, to keep us outta coffins
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| Gives a mad fuck 'bout the law, chalk 'em off and
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| Know for too many penitentiary is callin'
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| What’s the next level? |
| Gotta bring it to the devil
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| Mobbin', squabbin', it’s on from the get
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| Explode, reload, how many of us left?
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| Film at eleven, channel seven, hold ya breath
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| When black steel bring the hammer time back, it’s a wrap
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| Nope, it’s not the Occupy movement
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| Thanks but no thanks, I already know the truth
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| And was very well acquainted with the term 'revolution'
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| Way before you waited for the price to drop and moved in
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| Repeat that, tweet that, P-D-O-G back
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| Freedom fighter relapse, sleep strapped
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| Lean back or get relaxed
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| I’m puttin' hands on the enemy and pullin' white sheets back
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| Say this, play this, spray this, can’t evade this
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| Lethal Warning Shot
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| We bang this, claim this, name this, sang this, thang this
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| Lethal Warning Shot
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| That’s the sound ya can’t avoid
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| First round is on ya boy
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| We clap back, with that, get back, it’s that
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| Lethal Warning Shot
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| On ya set that, It’s that, Guerrilla in the mix
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| Gotta get that, get back, hit 'em with a brick
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| Go ham on the man and I plan to get us some
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| With a plan I get it done, with a plan to get us some, now
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| 'Bout damn time niggas got the meaning
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| Guerrilla Funk smotherin' ya set, please believe it
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| Guerrilla Funk smotherin' ya set, ain’t no weakness
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| Just rough rap over rough beats clippin' weak shit
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| We all rise to rise and bring us up
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| And strive to bring us up, comprised to bring us up
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| Disguised it for the club, now it’s time for freedom
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| Screamin' 'power to the people' out the roof of the Regal
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| Get my clap on, blast on, who wanna see us?
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| Tell them mark ass motherfuckin' pigs we beefin'
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| Tell Barack’s ass niggas sick and tired of needin'
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| And we in this motherfucka till we get some relief, it’s lethal
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| Say this, play this, spray this, can’t evade this
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| Lethal Warning Shot
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| We bang this, claim this, name this, sang this, thang this
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| Lethal Warning Shot
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| That’s the sound ya can’t avoid
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| First round is on ya boy
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| We clap back, with that, get back, it’s that
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| Lethal Warning Shot
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| Till the casket drop
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| Until the casket drop, yeah
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| Until the casket drop with that
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| Lethal- Lethal Warning Shot
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| That’s the sound ya can’t avoid
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| First round is on ya boy
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| We clap back, with that, get back, it’s that
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| Lethal Warning Shot |