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| By any means necessary I’mma hold down tradition
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| white tee blue jeans yeah I fit the description
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| know what’s richer for the drugs in our waist
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| we dark so they put the flashlight in our face
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| racial profiling send me straight to the island
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| hit me with the night stick the captain start smiling
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| the foul smell of the ghetto will burn your nose hair
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| it’s forbidden so no one goes there
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| the struggle never stops
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| still we wake up to spoiled milk and roaches crawling out our cereal box
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| they feed us lies blind our eyes
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| if your hand the same color as mine’s black man rise
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| To all my hustlers pumping cracks behind the buildings
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| ghetto children this is how we living
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| all my gangsta soldiers in the prison
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| don’t worry it’s a totally new beginning
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| My peoples been in the in the cage for criminal ways
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| for the fact that we couldn’t take minimum wage
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| we had stacks in the back of the building
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| brothers is crooks but we still read books to the children
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| now I keep my mind in the movement
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| time in the movement cause the ghetto need a lot of improvement
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| now we gotta plan for the future
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| and watch for the man
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| cause they don’t cuff you no more they just shoot ya time for a new beginning revolution is coming
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| see the bullets out the ruger spinning
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| and we ain’t gon stand down
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| we gon stand up black man black power
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| put your black hands up To all my hustlers pumping cracks behind the buildings
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| ghetto children this is how we living
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| all my gangsta soldiers in the prison
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| don’t worry it’s a totally new beginning
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| I used to wear bow ties and listen to Farrakhan
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| now I’m on the block like the strip is a marathon
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| the hood ain’t been the same since Malcolm and King gone
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| tales from the hood is what I sing on a rap song
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| everybody petrified ever since 9/11
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| the hood was under attack before 9/11
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| tell me how we got crack and automatic weapons
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| my worst nightmare is Bush getting re-elected
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| the jails is packed everybody stressed out
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| gimme the key and I’m letting all the lifers out
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| so they could rebuild and work for a dollar bill
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| take the shackles off ya mind we running outta time
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| To all my hustlers pumping cracks behind the buildings
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| ghetto children this is how we living
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| all my gangsta soldiers in the prison
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| don’t worry it’s a totally new beginning |