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Verse One: Mad Lib, Xzibit
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Yo, look at the way you reactin
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I ain't on the microphone actin tough-actin like Tinactin
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Madden, dreamin like baddened Aladdin
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Families they get saddened, sisters no horror be cabbin stabbin
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Jammin like Isley when I be
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Floatin rhymes like a butterfly, stingin em like a bee
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IBM's is not computers
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Intelligent Black Men radio polluters and riot looters if any
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Plenty of patience perseverance, persistance
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And I don't need a county check for government assistance
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Build the knowledge without college abolish like aparthied
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Rip like a riptide, when I arrive
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Million Man March, Washington D, C me when I get there
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Pioneer millionair thoughts we all share
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In Los Angeles, niggaz stopped tryin to make peace a long time ago
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So it ain't no shock, to hear gunshots, on your block
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or maybe even mine on occasion
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Regardless of your town, niggaz still tore down and blast
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So Xzybit ask what's worse
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To getting rushed by the cops or put your piece down first, you're stuck
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See either way we've been set up to fail
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Throw that nigga in jail if he ain't tryin to see Yale or Harvard
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or Howard, and I reguse to be a coward
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Or forced to live off some five twenty-five an hour bullshit
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Xzybit carry on like my brothers did
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Handguns and girls hell in hands on and other shit
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Chorus: repeat 2X
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I don't need nobody, to give me a damn thing
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Just open up the door, and I get it myself
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Verse Two: Snaggle Puss
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Aiyyo the cream of the land has arrived
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I got with four hundred lashes and still survived
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To this very day, the grafted never let up
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So I got a million brothers, and we all fed up
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With corruption, that's why we on this mission
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To bring equality into the justice system
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At any cost, I'm down for what it takes
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Now cause when the rioting starts it's too late
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So let em drown in my ancestor's blood sweat and tears
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They fear, knowledge cause it cuts like a spear
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And yeah, we comin like bats out of hell
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Cause that's what it's like in the ghettoes we dwell
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No laughs, you might be the next in the bloodbath
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So compare what you got, to what you sposed to have
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The end result is we all gettin cheated
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Snaggle Puss, etched in stone, so you can read it
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Chorus
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Verse Three: J-Ro, Tash
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To all my black folk here's some liquid lettered soap
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I'm down for the upstroke, I'm tired of bein broke
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I feel like I'm in the gutter, word to the mudder
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Bruddah, I gotta introduce my ends to each other
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The facts about black is, nobody relaxes
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And those with stacks is like, fuck payin taxes
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I drink the cheap wine cause I not be got'en yapes
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Thunderbird and Nighttrain made from the rotten grapes
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Dance boy, sing boy, run boy, rap
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We'd all be rich if it was boy bust a cap
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I gotta watch my back cause sometimes we do stupid shit
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I can't even afford a gun to go and shoot you with
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I spit on the graves of those who held my people as slaves
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I catch your children slippin on the waves
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I gotta stay strong, even though the stress is stickin me
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I try to get a job but Mickey D ain't even pickin me
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While simultaneous I'm bustin with my niggaz just for practice
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Cause I see it in my sight to clock a million after taxes
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And I know I'm bout to have it cause I know I deserve
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Cause I could get you with the bullets but I stick you with words
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That'll slit you at the seams my shit is Wilder than Jean
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Tash'll eat you like a bowl of fuckin Product 19
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Cause Vitamins and C give me wind to do you in
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So y'all niggaz got from now until I count backwards from ten
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So scram, cause before you get a chance to say (Daaam!)
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I'll be on you like the neighborhood watch program
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Cause I'm tryin to make the slams that'll bust your Cerwin-Vegas
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Cause niggaz think life is smokin blunts and playin Sega
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But not I, I make it so you can't fuck with this
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Cause I want a new car, plus a pound just to twist
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So get up and get out, get a pen write a verse nigga
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Do what you gotta do, but yo motherfuck the first
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Chorus
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No Hand Out
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| Tha Alkaholiks |
