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Verse One:
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Police all on my dick like I shot somebody
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Cause of these big ass lips and I rock my locks knotty
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Life is getting hectic Tupac got shot in the nuts
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You saw cops was corrupt when Rodney King got fucked up
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With friends like these who needs enemies
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Constantly harassing, filling up my nuts like a Klansman
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Snatching up a nigga for nuttin I heard bad guys wear black
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So I guess I'm the motherfucking villain
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Under pressure they got me under pressure
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What's your name your address and phone number
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Your occupation come down to the station
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There's been a robbery they claim a nigga fit the description
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It can't be, so I slides out on em
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In ninety-five you gotta catch a nigga, if you want him
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One to three, and five to ten
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Bullies in blue suits Son with automatic weapons
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I'm stressed, ready to blow up somethin
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The beast keep frontin, invasion
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Verse Two:
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I was forced into a life of crime
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Career criminal, now my career is crime
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My mind is in a fucked up state
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A brainwashed state, is the black man's fate, in the ground
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or locked down upstate, when I was young I used to shoot for the stars
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but got shot down by demons in patrol cars
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Stars good cop, bad cop, stick up the crack spot
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The ave won't get hot til one of their crew gets shot
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Ask, Larry Davis, how much they took
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Cops and crooks, but who's the crooks?
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Take a nigga to jail, make bail, guilty or innocent
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The system gets ten percent
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Frontin like you're doin somethin
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But you ain't sayin nothin, invasion
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Verse Three:
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Come up in my cipher best believe I'ma dip on that ass
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Beast-boy I'm professional heart of the ghetto
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raised, in the ways of thugs
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Dodgin slugs, takin slugs, driving stolen automobiles
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skills fantastical
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Living life on the edge it's dramatic, mad drama
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I'm a fanatic, adrenalin addict
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Getaway car, stick shit or automatic
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Where's my crew at, you got your crew scopin
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for a nigga up and down the Ave, it makes me laugh
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Eat my nuts, eat my dust
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I won't spend the night locked up or in handcuffs
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Cuz in the conrete jungle, I got the right stuff
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Smooth operator, pilot and navigator
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Break out from oppression, my mission to escape
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The, invasion
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Invasion
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Jeru the Damaja |