[Intro]
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For my dogs in the pen, my niggaz hold ya head
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For my dirties on the block, come up any way you can
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For my homies in the street game, trying to get ahead
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For homeless people sleeping on the sidewalks for beds
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To the babies, born already on dope
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Straight to his veins from the coast guard boat
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[Verse - M1]
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Baby daddies and if you late you cant participate
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Baby mommas, I know what you going through. So sorry to disappoint you
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Ghetto children your'e the spark, your'e the energy, your'e the heart
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To the gran-ma's, your'e the glue cuz you know things fall apart
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To the PP's, the P-O-W's, M-I-A's
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To to A-R's, to the H-K's, to the M-1's, to the A-K's
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To the comrades on the grind
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Let me see who comes to mind
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To my clic, to stic, Oh yeah I cant forget
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What up Tahim, What up Abu
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What up Common what up Badu
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Jermaine, Dem, and Dee-Don
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We bout to get our freak on
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Our F-R Double E on
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In case you did't hear me, hear me, hear me
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Don't Forget Where U Goin'
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| Dead Prez |
