| Yo, they got up out the squad car
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| Jaws hard, jar heads, they want us all dead
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| Walkin' up to the door, they all saw red
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| It’s one local detective, the rest is all feds
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| Kick the do' down, ripped the whole house up
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| Grandmama asked what’s wrong and got her mouth cut
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| The lead fed grabbed her by the throat, threw her up against the wall
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| And told her they won’t leave without drugs
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| With no just cause, just cause
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| Had her tied up in her own closet wearin' just drawers
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| Pants down, standin' 'round sweatin' and laughin'
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| And high-fivin' each other like, «That's what’s up dawg!»
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| Until a blizzard of bullets blew some nuts off
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| One by one they run but got gunned off
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| Her grandson was only five but he saw the whole thang from the stairs
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| And managed to make the gun cough
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| These streets can only see so much until they say «So what?»
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| Let the police cars blow up
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| It won’t be long 'til the ghetto can only take so much
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| Of the blame gettin' thrown on us
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| And politicians bodies go numb from going dumb
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| So what?
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| Yeah, another visit from the social worker
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| She know her kids ain’t supposed to know this dope and murder
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| He know her kids ain’t supposed to notice dope and murder
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| So he let her keep 'em in exchange for some social service
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| And every week’s the same, he gets so nervous
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| They snort coke, then she let him hit it 'til it hurt it
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| Typically, that’s the end of the date
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| She swallows his pride, the kids can stay
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| She ain’t mentioned he the reason why the baby in her stomach got her tummy out
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| When she did, he froze up and dummied out
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| Took her food stamps, put him in his book
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| Walked away then she screamed out «Hey!» |
| and caught a left hook
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| That’s when the hollow tip hot one let his chest cook
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| Shortened every breath took; |
| her young son
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| Mean muggin' handcuffed as they took him away
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| Said «Momma you gon' be okay, so what?!»
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| These streets can only see so much until they say «So what?»
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| Let the police cars blow up
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| It won’t be long 'til the ghetto can only take so much
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| Of the blame gettin' thrown on us
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| And politicians bodies go numb from going dumb
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| So what?
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| She was a proud mom, a G.I. |
| Joe mom
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| Couldn’t see they lied for war, she was all for it
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| Wavin flags, sportin tags with the yellow ribbons
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| And when she said he was a hero know she really meant it
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| 'Til somebody showed her proof of the ruse
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| Took her to Guerrilla Funk dot com for the hard truth
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| Showed the motive and the profiteering from the mission
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| She got mad and wrote her congressman but he ain’t listen
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| So she prayed everyday that they
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| Would pull the troops out the fray and they would be okay
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| All she had was her faith 'til the day the news
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| Came talkin 'bout that roadside bomb in Fallujah
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| And even though she thought she’d been through the worst
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| Mama walked into the closet, put the strap in her purse
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| And went first to the door of her congressman’s home
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| Took his life 'fore takin her own, shoulda known
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| These streets can only see so much until they say «So what?»
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| Let the police cars blow up
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| It won’t be long 'til the ghetto can only take so much
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| Of the blame gettin' thrown on us
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| And politicians bodies go numb from going dumb
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| So what?
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| These streets can only see so much until they say «So what?»
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| Let the police cars blow up
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| It won’t be long 'til the ghetto can only take so much
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| Of the blame gettin' thrown on us
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| And politicians bodies go numb from going dumb
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| So what? |