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When the scene unfolds
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Young girls thirteen years old
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Expose themselves to any Tom, Dick, and Hank
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Got mo' stretch marks than these hoes
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Hollin they got rank
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See Sega aint in this new world order
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Dem experimenting in Atlanta, Georgia
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United Nations, overseas
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they trained assassins to do search and seize
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Aint knocking or asking
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Dem coming for niggas like me
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Po' white trash, like they
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Tricks like her back in slavery
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Concentration camps lace with gas pipes lines
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Inferno's outdoors like they had back
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When Adolf Hitler was living in 1945
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Listen to me now, believe me
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Later on in the future look it up
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Where they say it? Aint no more Constitution
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In the event of a race war
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Places like operation heartbreak hotel
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Moments tear until air tight vents seat off despair
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Dem say expect no mercy
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Foot you should be my least worries got to deal with
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Where my W-2's, 1099's
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Unmarked black helicopters swoop down
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And try to put missiles in mines
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Who's that peeking in my window
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POW nobody now
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Me and my family moved in our apartment complex
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A gate with the serial code was put up next
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The claim that this community is so drug free
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But it don't look that way to me cause I can see
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The young bloods hanging out at the sto 24/7
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Junkies looking got a hit of the blo it's powerful
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Oh you know what else they tryin to do
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Make a curfew especially for me and you the traces of the new world order
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Time is getting shorter if we don't get prepared
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People it's gone be a slaughter
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My mind won't allow me to not be curious
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My folk don't understand so they don't take it serious
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But every now and then, I wonder
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If the gate was put up to keep crime out or to keep our ass in
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Who's that peeking in my window
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POW nobody now
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Listen up little niggaz I'm talking to you
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About what yo little ass need to be going through
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I fall a victim too and I know I shouldn't smoke so much
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But I do with the crew everybody on the average 'bout 4 or 5
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I'm lucky to be alive at sunrise now I realize the cost
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After I lost my best friend Bean I recognize as a King
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Who am I to tell you to stop smokin
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Now you're open to disease and colds
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And aint 16 years old, this shit has got to stop
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Let's take a walk through detox
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I want outta this hold I'm in a cell under attack
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Loc up folks they in the hood, got an eye on every move
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I make open your face to info you aint know
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Cause it's kept low how the new world plan
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Reeks the planet without the black man
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So what's your angle, try to separate me from the blood
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is disrespect like coming in my home and not
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Wiping your feet on tha rug
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the Citron Absolut has got me bucking no hang with no phony
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lookout for the man with tha mask and the white pony
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On my back are bills staying off my toes always on my heels
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Insane, plain, soldiers coming in the dark by plane
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To enforce the new system by reign
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Tag my skin with your computer chip
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Run your hand over tha scanner to buy you dish now
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No more fishing for your fish
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Kiss tha days of tha old days past ways gone
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Mind blown, conception, protection
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My name on your selections but I caught you coming POW!
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Who's that peeking in my window
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POW nobody now
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Cell Therapy
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