featuring Eminem and Kastro and Young Noble of the Outlawz
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Intro: 2Pac
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Black Cotton
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Black Cotton
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Black Cotton- A symbol for unrewarded struggle
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Time for a little gospel tail
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Ghetto gospel that is- listen
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Robbin' Black Cotton in God's eyes
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Speak
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Verse One: 2Pac
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Black Cotton
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Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons count my blessin's
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Class is in session the worst question is the first question
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Why do we work like slaves sweatin' blades to an early grave
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Never got paid but still we slave (In the nine tre')
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Answer that then answer this too-
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Loves gonna get ya you know it's true life's a bitch true
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You best to backtrack and try to act black and live
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Not to be phony and positive but why be negative?
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What's the matter G? Black cat got your tongue
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Fat track gotcha sprung now your hung (Do ya feel me?)
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Dum dum diddy is it me?
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Attempt to reach each and every brother on the streets
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If not peace then at least let's get a piece
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I'm tired of seeing bodies on the streets- deceased
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Lookin' through my highschool yearbook
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Reminiscin' of the tears as the years took
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One homie, two homie, three homies - POOF
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We used to have troops but now there's no more youth to shoot
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God come save the misbegotten
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Lost ghetto souls of Black Cotton (In God's eyes)
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Chorus: Eminem
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Nobody don't care
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(No matter how hard I try/Look to the sky/--?)
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Nobody don't care
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(Seems like my dreams/Drowned in by screams/No answer to my questions)
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Nobody don't care
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(Feels like I'm pressed/Why do I stress?/It's like I'm being tested)
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Nobody don't care
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(Seems like my prayers/Vanish to thin air/Please answer my questions)
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Nobody don't care
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Kastro: Verse 3
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In the belly of the beast I'm bubbling up
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Running out of luck, about to self destruct
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Old heads say live your life like such
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Your sure to catch her witcha one day boy
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I wouldn't listen to 'em
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Your power movement was cool
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But it ain't fix nothin'
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So I just go with what i know
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I dont trust none
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Look what the 80's did
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To what's Bebe's kids
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And now we grown up
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Nobody ain't own us yet
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Young Noble: Verse 4
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Black cotton, I'm plottin' ---?
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I'm workin' without a profit
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They shacklin' all my homies
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I'm hurtin' but keep the mind
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?---No idea---?
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certainly we survive with Outlaw Ridas
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What's the reward for a strugala
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If the lord lovin' us then why they hate to see us comin' up
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Runnin up, Gun cocked like nasty gloves
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If you aint got a penny, mind the glove
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No love
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Waitin' for my 40 acas and a blunt to blaze
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Biblicle times good hearts with milita minds
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Black Cotton - I'm hoppin' over enemy lines
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Black Cotton - I ain't stoppin' till they givin me mine
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Black Cotton
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Black Cotton Featuring Eminem
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| 2Pac |
