| Ya took me from a place Where the race didn’t matter
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| And gathered up bodies Without a choice So I rather
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| Pass my opinion back Run ya over
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| With my rack an pinion Never stop the engine
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| For watcha fathers did do the indian
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| North & south America Plus the Carribbean
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| I got a vendetta Cause I know better
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| Better come right Better black than a stereotype white
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| No cash flow wit out work
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| I’m talkin about the past You busted our ass
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| Now you afraid cause I never got paid
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| Now sucka jump
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| No You can’t take whatcha want
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| You can’t take whatcha want
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| Cause ya took whatcha want
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| Can’t get away cause we got it on tape
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| You can’t take whatcha want
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| Cause ya took whatcha want
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| Thin line between law & rape (scream)
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| You can’t take whatcha want Dont cha know
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| We ain’t got nuttin left Cause you took the rest
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| We ain’t got jazz rock n' roll rappin the lose
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| Wit a few fat ladies left singing the blues
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| Go abracadabra to make a wish I can mess with
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| Wonder why I’m underneath a crew I can’t get with
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| I never knew land was an acquisition
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| BS from the best man in position
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| And come again with it and get hit like a punk
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| No, you can’t take whatcha want
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| Break
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| You can’t take whatcha want
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| I open up the trunk
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| I see your phony ass
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| Try to counterfeit funk
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| From land to land
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| To sea to sea
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| Allover got the other man
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| Messin wit me
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| Took the motherland
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| Made a slave out of my mother and man
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| Got a good man
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| Sayin goddamn
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| And to hell with
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| Back in the days
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| Unless we go way back
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| To the black ways
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| Always
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| Watch your back
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| If ya crooked dont front
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| You can’t take whatcha want
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| We died on the line
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| We walk the fine line he talked a good line |