| Like the latest fashion
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| Like a spreading disease
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| The kids are strappin' on their way to their classrooms
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| Gettin' weapons with the greatest of ease
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| The gangs stake their own campus locale
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| And if they catch you slippin' then it’s all over pal
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| If one guy’s colors and the other’s don’t mix
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| They’re gonna bash it up, bash it up, bash it up, bash it up Hey, man you talkin' back to me, take him out
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| You gotta keep 'em separated
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| Hey, man you disrespecting me, take him out
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| You gotta keep 'em separated
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| Hey, they don’t pay no mind
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| If you’re under eighteen, you won’t be doin' any time
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| Hey, come out and play
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| By the time you hear the sirens
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| It’s already too late
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| One goes to the morgue, the other to jail
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| One guy’s wasted and the other’s a waste
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| It goes down the same as the thousand before
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| No one’s getting smarter, no one’s learning the score
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| Your never ending spree of death and violence and hate
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| Is gonna tie your own rope
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| Hey, man you talkin' back to me, take him out
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| You gotta keep 'em separated
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| Hey, man you disrespecting me, take him out
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| You gotta keep 'em
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| Hey, they don’t pay no mind
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| If you’re under eighteen, you won’t be doin' any time
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| Hey, come out and play |