| War, we at war, we at war, we at war, we at--
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| Gimme my rifle, gimme my rifle, gimme my rifle, gimme my rifle
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| Lets get this motherfucker back crunk
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| This is gonna be me and my niggas
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| Holdin triggers in our back bump
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| To take back what we once had
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| We dont give a damn about the enemies
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| Send they out to baghdad
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| They put a nigga on the frontline
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| But when it come to gettin ahead
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| They put ya way behind
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| And they supports in minimum wage
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| They dont give a choice to niggas
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| They thinkin we still slaves
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| Every nigga’s got some thug in him
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| Every nigga’s got some love in him
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| Every nigga’s got a grudge in him
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| Every nigga’s got a mug in him
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| And every nigga busts a slug in him
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| Now like a cat, bitch, we’ll skin em
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| Yall niggas aint holdin my venom, check yourself
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| I’ma drop your ass off, bitch
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| As soon as i loosen my motherfuckin belt, ah
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| 1 for the money, 2 for the thugs
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| 3 for the projects, 4 for the love
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| Y’all gimme my rifle, we moving by bus
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| And if ya moving too fast they’ll get ya caught up like
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| Ooh, them ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics (ghetto)
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| Ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics
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| Time for us to find just a little piece of mind, talkin bout
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| Them ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics
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| We just black people gone and lost our mind
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| We just really trying to draw the line
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| Before it left our eyes
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| Before we get left behind
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| Let me tell you something about hard times
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| Before we used to walk
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| Before we had life in the dry
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| And 911 wasnt known outside
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| We didnt know how to read
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| We didnt know how to write
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| All we did was sing all day and all night
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| Then when they let us start learning
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| You all lose y’all mind
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| And y’all forgot about the earlier times
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| When Martin Luther King had a dream
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| That one day we’d walk together
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| We really need to get it together
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| Kids stay in school
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| Learn all you can
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| Graduate, go to college, get knowledge
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| Then we shall overcome, yes we can, we
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| In the urge of faith we can demand it, for real
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| Hup, 2, 3, 4
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| What the hell are we fighting for?
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| Passing off
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| Relationship’s done what spore
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| Thats why they got the door
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| More time, hoot hoot
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| Aim aim, shoot shoot
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| Aint nothing but the young kids they recruit
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| Its a wonder they dont come home in they suit
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| I took away some time
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| Thinkin how i could, should, would be
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| If everybody in the world was free
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| No crime nobody doing wrong
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| Everybody getting along
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| But when i step into reality
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| This world is sore
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| And thats why we at war
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| Killin ourselves over bullshit
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| That we valued more than life
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| Y’all people better to get right, cause… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ghetto Classics , by - Ying Yang Twins. Song from the album United States Of Atlanta, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп