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It's getting harder in the streets to survive in '95
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It's snakes alive, so black prepare to drive
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in the outside lane and bounce on all traffic
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niggas in my midst only make me get graphic
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detailed description, funk overdose
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niggas from coast to coast get that ass ready for the roast
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fuck the barbecue
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If you're asking how many members is missing it's probably two
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I came inside the party to,
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help you recognise, how every second flys
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so the way i'ma sum it up it's time to organise
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but before we do that part, some of us got to get
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our minds together and get off the bullshit
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I watch the white watch the red and blue fight all night
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on the American flag another gang banger bag
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we're loosing at a rate that's tragic, peace to my man ryan o,
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as round the way we called him magic
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a brother who just wanted to chill and play ball
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light skin, was ye tall, he used to say 'Paul',
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'You coming out with something?', I used to say 'No Doubt'
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he wasn't into dumbing out or fronting
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and to my other brother man who used to call me 'Yankee'
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i got enough problems with the people that don't thank me,
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when I hold the door, we in the same hall on the same side
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that's why some times I got to slide
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cos my own be flipping
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step up in my path and get hit by a mental ass whipping
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get off that bullshit
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When opportunity knocks you got to answer nowadays
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to make power plays we must change our ways
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and use all the resources that life has to offer
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strong will survive, weak will get softer
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so get offa the bullshit is the name of the poem
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to the metronome, take it one time to the dome
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as the right type of hype kid, you know i'm legit
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with my new funk hit, get off the bullshit
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Get Off That Bullshit
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| Large Professor |
