[in the background:] This... Could be something big!
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[Ludacris:]
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Don't change the station,
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I've been impatiently waiting,
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Pacin', welcome to the Danger Zone.
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It's a war goin' on outside
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And my people gotta paint they faces on.
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And what I gotta do, And what I gotta do
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Is work and flip a dolla'.
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Ain't got no trophies
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But I got a shelf of empty liquor bottles.
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Not an alcoholic but alcohol it,
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Can ease the pain.
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Drinkin' all my problems away
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But still prayin' in Jesus' name.
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Tryna' turn our voices up,
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And the government tones us down.
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Now that gas is goin' up,
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And the hood is goin' down.
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So the hood is comin' fo' ya'
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In the streets is hungry goons!
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Comin' to a neighborhood near you,
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Today or someday soon.
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Betta' watch yo' back, watch yo' front,
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And watch yo' side to side.
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Betta' grab yo' gat, light that blunt;
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The streets gon' ride tonight.
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And I'm just gon' ride it out,
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Til my expiration date.
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'Cause I go hard and the paint [? ],
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They softer than paper plates.
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Make way for the revolution,
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And yes you should be scurred.
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'Cause one way or another...
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My people will be heard.
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[Willie the Kid:]
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Show you what the soldiers see:
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Embassy, Diplomacy,
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Since seen [? ] infantry,
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Shootin' at the cobra fleet [? ].
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Deploy shots, similar to airbags, whereas,
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This hairpin, trigga' split a hair in half.
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Body bags, fish it [? ] like Harland [? ],
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When I'm airin', tear a chair in half.
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Watchin' Half Baked,
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At the cabin by the Lake.
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See the blue and white plates,
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See the wood on the panel.
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I may be Chanel Oat, Chilly O, Flannel Coat [? ].
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Warfare? Never fair,
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Therefore, I need finer things:
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Like grenades; tanks; a couple fighter planes.
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I'm decorated in medals;
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Stripes like a Zebra.
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And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,
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I don't like you neitha'.
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I mean, "either, " proper gramma',
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Pop a camera - man on that rap, DVD propaganda.
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Yeah, Willie the Kid, I ain't one for the shenanigans,
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Nigga' strike a pose, leave you froze, like a mannequin.
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[Busta Rhymes:]
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(During Kid's last verse) In these times,
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The economy got nigga's thinkin'
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The worst to make paper.
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'Cause somebody ain't accommodatin' nigga's
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Enough for they slave labor.
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That's when ya' get a Nigga' thinkin about
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Ya' know he gotta' come in to ya'.
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It's when a nigga' throw a ski mask on,
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Run up in ya' house, and wanna' do dumb shit to ya'.
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Rollin' the dices with a nigga' that be strugglin',
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Tryna' make it through the crisis.
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It might just make him wanna' act up a little bit
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To print another new gas prices.
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All this fuckery we got goin' on,
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Indeed it needs to cease.
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How the hell is THAT ever, ever gonna happen
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When the value of the dollar keeps decreasin'?
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Easin' my hand in somebody's pocket
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(Fuck that!) I gotta' keep eatin.
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Speakin' for everybody in the struggle like me,
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We gotta get it even if we cheatin'!
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Breathin' hard, my mind is blown,
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Tryin' not to get evicted out my home.
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But tryna' live when you know a nigga' broke
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Is like tryna' squeeze blood out a stone.
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But I'm goin' through the drama with DJ Drama (What!?).
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I do it for my kids and mama (Who!).
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Leave it to Barack Obama (Yes!),
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Change is right around the corna'.
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You tryin' to keep our people sufferin',
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All I gotta say is if you don't ease up this pressure,
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I promise somebody gonna' pay!
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[DJ Drama:]
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(Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness!
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Pursuit, huh?
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See Each and every day we all get closer
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To the real meanin'.
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Me, myself? I always follow my own path
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And now I come here to motivate!
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"To be heard" means to say something of value.
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So I make this my Life,
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My Liberty,
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And everday, my Pursuit.
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What about you?)
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We Must Be Heard
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| Dj Drama |
