Just like a prisoner, because I'm brown with some black skin
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A fugitive, running cause I just won't give in.
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and its hard when it's black on black.
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Gotta blast another brother trying to scheme on my stack.
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For me to be a busta, oh no.
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Police is hunting a brother like an animal.
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So I play my cards right, watch my back.
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Because the enemy is scheming, trying to kick a rat pack.
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Straight up, a gangsta, ain't got time for faking.
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Label me a pusher, dead presidents I'm making.
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A brother who's young, got the neighbourhood sprung.
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Police riding my tip, if they catch me I'm hung.
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But no, I don't sleep as they creep. Take a peep out the scene,
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cause they trying to stop the flow of my green.
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So I keep stepping, and bailing hard because a brother is up on it.
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Catch me if you can cause fool, Eiht is wanted.
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I lace up my kicks, because a brother's on the run.
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Chase me down with a gun, because my lyrics weigh a ton.
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Now I'm sweating cause you're sweating me big time.
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Hang me up by a rope for my murder rhyme.
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No shorts given, thats how I'm living in the 91.
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Slide my car in, and smoking with my Mike gun.
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pop off 2 lyrics so they can slack up.
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If it gets too deep Mike's got the back up.
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Packin' tools, droppin' fools, I'm from Compton
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so that should be your first rule.
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Here comes the pick of the weak, so dont sneek.
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If you do, Eiht'll take 2 to your cheek.
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So don't get uptight if you a victim.
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Got a gang of gangsta rhymes so let me kick em.
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Geah, I can't be stopped, cause I'm up on it.
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And a brother like Eiht's still wanted.
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So now I break faster, not because I want to, cause I got ta.
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Now your homies after me because I grabbed my mike and shot a-
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nother sucker dead, lyrics straight to your head.
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Cannot bite, no. The Compton cyco.
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Quick on the gank, so you might get shanked.
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And I dont need a gatt just to jack your bank.
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Another stick-up kid just got crazy.
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Try to double cross the Eiht you'll be pushing up daisies.
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Or you can get the backwash
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from the 40 thats poured on the ground, so I clown.
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So your mad, but your bad and you press your luck.
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But you still wanna nag, yeah you'll get stuck.
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So who's got the Compton funk?
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And it's illegal if you bump it too loud in your trunk.
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So now you know that Eiht's your top rap dealer.
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But you a punk ass New Jack squeeler.
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Thats why I'm wanted.
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Tha odds against me. So now its time to break.
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Seconds tick off the clock so I don't fake.
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I gots to keep on steppin, dont run outta breath.
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Cause if I slow down punk it might spell death.
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I confuse the mark, throw him off the trail.
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This aint no picnic punk you picked hell.
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Better known as Rambro, not afraid.
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Mike T starts the gatt, Eihts a hand grenade.
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And who's got the 411?
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Just can't do me punk your getting done.
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Eiht is the nigga eating them up.
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Yeah thats my cue so I start kicking but.
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And you don't want to witness the Compton rage.
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Trapped just like a rat in a snake cage.
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Boy you diss the crew, geah you flaunt it.
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Now I hunt you down because your wanted.
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