| Turn up the boombox, put on your hightops
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| Come on outside, today’s gon' be the day we
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| Start livin in the new worrrld
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| Yo, they got high-powered lenses on the cameras outside
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| It ain’t nowhere to run it ain’t hardly nowhere to hide
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| They hear you when you whisperin so try to keep quiet
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| You don’t even realize that youse a twinkle in the all, seein eye
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| From the time you in the bar gettin high
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| To havin conversations on your phone through the wire
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| You can drive but it’s definitely footage of your ride
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| Livin in this day and time, it’s a funny kind of vibe
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| From the corners of the ceiling feel its eyes in back of me
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| I couldn’t tell you why I think they constantly after me
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| Maybe it’s cause the news put it to me so graphically
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| How niggaz don’t obey no laws, not even gravity boy
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| No benefit of doubt he had to be from
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| He from the corner where they known to get they casualty on
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| Another day another scene to perform, spotlight him on Friday
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| Come and lock him up Saturday morn, c’mon |