| Stand up, stretch for the stars
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| Get somebody else involved right next to ya
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| Y’all elected me to keep it so fresh for ya
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| Just cause I make it possible for the rest of ya
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| To just take it there come on and
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| Get your head ringin' from the sting of the snare
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| Spine tingle elevating every singular hair
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| All the way from South Philly on a wing and prayer
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| And still bringin' it yeah
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| C’mon take it there
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| C’mon take it there
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| Let’s take it there
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| C’mon take it there
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| I’m from the side of town
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| Where shots get sprayed around
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| So the expectancy rate be twenty-eight around
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| Downtown battleground where cops parade around
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| Have your whole view of life beyond jaded
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| How everybody sick of breaking down, tryin' a make it out
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| Hand over fist the only way to get the paper down
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| People tired of gettin' pushed around, gettin' gangsta now
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| Discipline the only way to bring some kinda change around
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| Chain cirgarette smokin' with bad nerves
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| And brothas with bad lungs from smokin' mad herb
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| Whoever in the dark is unseen and heard
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| Let’s emerge, I can feel something close we on the verge
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| Talkin' bout, to my street sweepers, hotel housekeepers
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| And my people spillin' this out through jail house speakers
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| Some people rather use they mics than use heaters
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| Some people rather lose they life than lose freedom
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| For real
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| C’mon take it there
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| C’mon take it there
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| Let’s take it there
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| C’mon take it there
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| Society’s time bomb laying dormant
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| Our people disenfranchised from the free world
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| Oil for food but they still hungry
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| No democracy
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| They said one vote equals one voice
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| But he told you if he can’t work to make it
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| He’ll rob to take it
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| The villains
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| Abandoning the planet and the people
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| Another hot summer yo, they 'bout to flood the prisons
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| This ain’t no do diddley, it’s a do somethin'
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| Flash light, red light, proceed ahead right
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| Straight into them headlights, you get your head right
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| Head right get a third strike, hit the turnpike
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| Life quicker than spliff that wouldn’t burn right
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| Make you wanna holla 'bout it
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| It ain’t no doubt about it
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| Every now and then you gotta stand up and shout about it
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| And I’ll be shoutin' it to, as if a shout’ll count
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| Yo they got accountin' to do, reamount the balance
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| The shit more puzzlin' than a jigsaw
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| Raw pitbulls hustlin' through the pitfalls
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| Some of y’all toys let the laughter rip roar
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| Heart felt truth in every lyric I spit forth
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| Raise up time to lift off
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| Written on a legal pad, poetry that sizzle the clip board
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| My og, my homey who taught me deal
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| Said in prayer that’s the only time you should ever kneel
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| And that’s real, I’m a take it there
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| C’mon take it there
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| C’mon take it there
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| Let’s take it there
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| C’mon take it there |