[Ghostface Killah]
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Technique is ill son, watch how I spill one
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Peace to Biggie Tupac Big L and Big Pun
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Havoc on the streets of Staten, snitches
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House niggaz children watch as they produce the same pattern
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Somebody raped our women, murdered our babies
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Hit us with the cracks and guns in the early 80's
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FOR THOSE THAT MURDERED ME SHALL STAND BEFORE GOD
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TO FALL AT THE HANDS OF FATE, THEN OUT COMES THE ROD
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Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back,
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bring it back, bring it back.. [*record run backwards*]
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What the fuck is goin on? I can't go to sleep
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Feds jumpin out they jeeps, I can't go to sleep
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Babies with flies on the cheeks, it's hard to go to sleep
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Ish bowled two sixes twice, I couldn't go to sleep
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Aiyyo we deep in the stairs, we carry (?) guns
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(?) got, hit up with the big shit, bam-bam
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Stop at the cheeba spot, then pass the leak spot
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So past y'all niggaz again, you took a cheap shot
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Not knowin FUCKIN WITH ME, you get your meat chopped
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YOU THOUGHT WE FELL ON OUR FACE? YOU NEED TO BE STOPPED
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CALL ON THE CHARIOTS, CALL ON AN AMBULANCE
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YOU BETTER SMILE MY NIGGA, YOU ON CANDID CAM
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Gangsta broad, these be the laws, walk with big balls
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Nigga motherfuckin eunuch, I even take which was yours
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I'm the nigga that made you man
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When your rap wasn't doin well, I'm the nigga that gave you a hand!
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[Isaac Hayes]
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Don't kill your brother, let's love each other
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Don't get mad.. cause it ain't that bad
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Just be who you are.. you've come so far
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It's in your hands, just be a man
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Get the jelly out your spine!
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Cobwebs, out of your mind
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[RZA]
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I can't go to sleep, I can't shut my eyes
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They shot the father of his moms, killed him seven times
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They shot Malcolm in the chest front of his little seeds
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Jesse watched, as they shot King on the balcony
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They spat at Marcus, Garvey cause he tried to spark us
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with the knowledge of ourselves, and our forefathers
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Ohh Jacqueline you heard the rifle shots cracklin
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Her husband head in her hair, you tried to put it back in
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AMERICA'S WATCHIN, BLOOD STAINED INK BLOTCHES
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MEDGAR TOOK ONE TO THE SKULL FOR INTERGRATING COLLEGE
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WHAT'S THE SCIENCE? SOMEBODY? THIS IS TRICK KNOWLEDGE
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THEY TRY TO KEEP US ENSLAVED AND STILL SCRAPE FOR DOLLARS
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Walkin through Park Hill, drunk as a +FUCK+
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Lookin around like, these +DEVILS+, I'm ready to break this world down
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They got me trapped up in a metal gate, just stressed out with hate
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And just, give me no time to relax, and use my mind to meditate
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What should I do? Grab a blunt or a brew?
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Grab a two-two and run out there AND PUT THIS FUCKIN VIOLENCE IN YOU?
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I can't go to sleep, I can't shut 'em son.. I..
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[Isaac Hayes - overlapping RZA at the end]
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Don't like the game, nigga use your head
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You should be callin the shots instead
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The power is in your hands..
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Stop all this cryin, and be a man
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I Can't Go To Sleep
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| (featuring Isaac Hayes) |
