| Yea we gettin’ready to break y’all it’s winner take all
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| The game is locked we down to the eight ball
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| The time is now, it ain’t nothin’to wait for
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| I’m a king by blood a soldier by nature
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| I’m somthin’like a threat to y’all space cadets
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| 'Cause you never met brother nothin’like me yet
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| So push another slice into your toast and tighten your vests
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| Cause it’s a warrior you seein’here tonight in the flesh
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| I give you somthin’high voltage double dosage
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| Runnin’with these vultures givin’me ulcers
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| Which one of these hustlers bringin’the thunder
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| Re-gees (refugees?) not another man takin’us under
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| Nigga please which Philly cat doin’his own thing
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| Might say black my give you a code name
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| Round my neck see the microphone hang
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| Have your lady lips singin’like on soul train
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| The niggaz that’s a problem is minimal margin
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| The Colonel, Capitan, Lieutenant, General Sergeant
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| Black, one man army move in on your squadron
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| You sittin’still you know you a target
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| You heard you better duck down!
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| Yea we gettin’set to get rid of y’all that’s what it’s headin’for
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| The underdog knuckle and brawl with the bigger? |
| ball?
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| I spit what your wig absorb sicker than sycamore
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| I’m creatin’a circumstance that you a victim of The rebel or the renegade out on the quest
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| The super black man runnin’wit a S on his chest
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| And stand for the straight struggle to escape the stress
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| You think it’s sweet tryin’to eat, you ain’t taste this yet
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| So make y’all steps precautious into the darkness
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| Thoughts cold and heartless makin’me nauseous
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| Gettin’more remorses for what I done
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| If the lawyers and courts wonder what I run
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| You see the liberty is free but just for some
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| How you a gangster and you scared to bust your gun
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| For the call, trust your fam’and trust nobody at all
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| Seein’brothers gettin’struck down
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| You better duck down! |