Three young cats strapped with gats decided to ride out one night
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The in-flight drug used to induce, the hindsight was dust
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The moonlight was robust but they couldn't see the beauty in it
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Their duty in it was to carry out another senseless killin'
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Senses and feelings distorted, they boarded their vessel Nessel
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Discreet in crotches and underneath seats they tuck heat
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To complete the mission they had no decision in
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No longer do they use our light and dark used to create
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The vision in our towns but now, they red and blue override our brown skin
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We've been conditioned to let off them rounds
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When we see another color rag or hear another brother brag
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About what set he claimin', poverty, drugs and poor
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Education should be the target but we won't stay gamin' that
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We'll kill and maim another cat like there's no shame
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In that like there's fame in that, we hang out them car windows
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And bust them slugs in the name of genocide in disguise
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So we don't take blame for that but if there's honor amongst
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You thieves in life then what the fuck you hidin' for?
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Recognize your deed to trife and decide what the fuck you ridin' for
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Ridin' For Outro
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| Method Man |
