[Chorus - repeat 2X]
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As time keep passin' us by in my community
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Wathcin' the children die
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Bitch made police, and the brutality
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Prozac and Ritalin, that aint what we need
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And wonder why our children keep smokin' weed
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[Bizzy]
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Take a look into the gun, look at what we've become
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Daddy don't love me, only come around the first of the month
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Me and mommy still in the slump
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Why don't he love us?
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I can't even blame him
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Cause ever since I came
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We been stuck in the same ghetto
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Now i'm carryin' heavy metal when times is tough
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I don't know about ya neighborhood, but baby, mines is rough
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Abandand buildings police searchin' all the children
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Ain't no peace in the streets, at least not where i'm livin'
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Kneeling to God cause Satan never gave us a chance
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Evil never had no rythm, man, the Devils can't dance
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Got three pairs of pants
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But I keep em all creased
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Whether chicken or ham, we gon' use the same grease
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Each second is a struggle, beg, borrow or hustle
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Yeah, scufflin' money just try to stay out of trouble
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Hell, rebel of rap music, put it on my mama!
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And if it's gonna be gunplay, rocket launchers, grenades, and AKs!
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[Chorus - repeat 2X]
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As time keep passin' us by in my community
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Wathcin' the children die
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Bitchmade police, and the brutality
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Prozac and Ritalin, that aint what we need
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And wonder why our children keep smokin' weed
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[Bizzy]
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Why is the broad on my back like that?
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Don't ask me, i'm for passion, i'm smashin' on niggas, come blast me!
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All my people tellin' me I should sing more
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Yes!
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Roll up a dub, smoke bud in the club
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Free Flesh!
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Creepin' on a come up, i'm from Cleveland, and Columbus, Ohio
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Don't hate myself for science, and the ??
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Yet all these niggas gangbang
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Somebody should tell em the truth
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I'll sell em somethin' that'll get they heart to pumpin',
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and help the youth!
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Hangin' in the graveyard, everybody's playin' hard
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Satan's on a mission to get us
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I hope that nobody with us, and given us slave ways
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Ruthless got us on fifty dollars a day
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One hundred and ninety thousand I guess platinum don't pay
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Can I please get some mo' money?
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Somebody could buy my way cause shit the rent's due
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Glad I got ghetto credit
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Don't let the industry pimp you, pimp you, pimp you
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[Chorus - repeat 2X]
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As time keep passin' us by in my community
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Wathcin' the children die
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Bitch made police, and the brutality
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Prozac and Ritalin, that aint what we need
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And wonder why our children keep smokin' weed
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[Bizzy]
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Babies born with AIDS
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and we pray for them boys they hoarding the vaccine
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Black helicopter rain on em, I'm gainin' on em
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Maintain the main thang on em, shame on em
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But another victim died of vain for em, slain
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Two hundred and fifty crashed in the plane
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And the only thing that survived was the black box
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They frame the black cops
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Slang crack rock
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Wannabe Hot Boyz, so he gon' make the block hot, block hot
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They wanna see me sasquash
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Pull out my glock, cocked, and pop pop!
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Go to jail don't nobody send you mail
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Hell, i'm ridin' til these wheels fall off
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Or they can take it to the chop shop
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Shut up, i'm shinnin' on you bustas!
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What!?
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Ready to hustle get your struggle on, no!
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When you wanna double up, you keep fuckin' up!
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Your mind's gone, time's gone, everybody's runnin' amuck
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They say that lesbians is sick
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But they just do wanna fuck
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[Chorus x4]
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As time keep passin' us by in my community
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Wathcin' the children die
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Bitch made police, and the brutality
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Prozac and Ritalin, that aint what we need
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And wonder why our children keep smokin' weed
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Time Passing Us By
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| Bizzy Bone |
