| And the wealth don’t trickle down
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| People pinchin' every nickel now
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| Even if we don’t fight, bodies hit the ground
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| I spit the sound of a million fists finna pound
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| I’m in the crowd till this whole thing switch around
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| Our brains are on temporary disconnect
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| I shoot my mouth off, I can’t find my pistol yet
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| You can call this music disrespect
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| 'Cause it’ll stop you in your face at your local disco tech
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| Mr. Green with your missiles and rockets
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| My paycheck burns a hole in your pocket
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| You told the judge put my name on the docket
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| Meetin' in the break room, here’s what we plotted
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| Let’s fight! |
| Let’s smash! |
| Let’s win!
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| We gon' fight! |
| We gon' smash! |
| Let us in!
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| Let’s fight! |
| Let’s smash! |
| Let’s win!
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| Just like gettin up in the club with a fake ID
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| If it don’t work, we gon' do it again
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| Your honor may it please the court
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| Swear me in on a book full of 2Pac quotes
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| After what I say you might noose my throat
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| Reporters please scribble down a few hot notes
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| Allow me to be the first to throw dirt on their graves
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| Excuse me, I never learned to behave
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| My great, great granny was a Carolina slave
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| She whispers in my ear, sayin', «Spark the blaze.»
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| Somewhere on the eastside of steal and rob
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| A whole generation got a McJob
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| And the light bill still ain’t resolved
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| See the hungry mob pulse and throb
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| If you got a blacklist, I wanna be on it
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| If we gon' attack this then we need to run it
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| If you see my hood man, you might call it ghetto
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| Politicians are puppets y’all, let’s get Geppetto
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| Let’s fight! |
| Let’s smash! |
| Let’s win!
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| We gon' fight! |
| We gon' smash! |
| Let us in!
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| Let’s fight! |
| Let’s smash! |
| Let’s win!
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| Just like gettin up in the club with a fake ID
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| If it don’t work, we gon' do it again
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| Well it’s a matter of fact that I’m gonna die one day
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| But muthafucka, right now I breathe
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| And I may not be able to predict my demise
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| But you can bet it won’t be on my knees
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| I’m rappin' at the speed of the falling dollar
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| They got greed to make you crawl and holla
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| It’s old school like Eazy-E's Impala
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| Ay! |
| Ay! |
| You gon' lead or smoke trees and follow?
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| Let’s fight! |
| Let’s smash! |
| Let’s win!
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| We gon' fight! |
| We gon' smash! |
| Let us in!
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| Let’s fight! |
| Let’s smash! |
| Let’s win!
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| Just like gettin up in the club with a fake ID
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| If it don’t work, we gon' do it again |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fight! Smash! Win! , by - Street Sweeper Social Club. Song from the album Street Sweeper Social Club, in the genre Иностранный рок