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* Pam the Funkstress scratches the phrase
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"We wanna get it on - cause we don't get along" *
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[Boots]
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Now the FBI monitors with no feedback
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Saw me on the street, ask me where the weed at
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or the coke I don't sell and yet I don't believe that
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Set me up I'm runnin breathin like a Sleestak
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Ran into a car and almost bent my knee back
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It's better than a cell while my lawyer's fee stack
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Ducked into a liquor store they ask what you do
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Wearin FUBU it was my man N'Duku
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The bat and tote go through, I said, "Merci beaucoup
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If they ask who was I runnin tell the bastards I flew"
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Maybe to my block, plans to catch a few flicks
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Police did a sweep, terrorizin grue shit
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Bustin doors, beatin mammas while makin Cool Whip
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Face down, gettin dirt on my back to school fit
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My neighbor that was next to me got black and blue lips
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When the fuse lit, you don't see the few flip
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Kick our boot up they ass and ask em if the shoe fit
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Til then, they wanna see us pushin up tu-lips
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Frisk my nuts so much, shit I think I'm sterile
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Got up, brushed the gravel off my apparel
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This girl Cheryl got parole violation
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Said she was high cause of pupil dilation
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If you never got arrested now since infinity
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You get searched livin in this vicinity
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or harassed, beat the shit out - I mean, the livin daylights
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Wouldn't be no dope slangin if McDonald's paid right
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They target areas of black, Chinese and Mexican
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Mow you down men, or they'll find your next of kin
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Whites sell more cocaine and amphetamines
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but the justice sentence us, more than like to credit dem
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The ruling class shifts dope to you and me
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And don't get arrested, this is lunacy
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or is it pimp low magic in unity
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Is it a war on drugs, or just my community?
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Now who gets paper and who gets perved?
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Who gets slapped and who gets served?
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Now this type of shit get on my last nerve
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I think about it in the car and I start to swerve
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Who gets paper and who gets perved?
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Who gets slapped and who gets served?
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Now this type of shit get on my last nerve
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I think about it in the car and I start to swerve
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I got a commonest plot to get the federales hot
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So many cops around the block ?? Tupac
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You gotta flake and two rocks, and tissues in the shoebox
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Convincin after two knocks, who heard of fences in your socks?
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Now this is for la gente, keep it calliente
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Let's send the presidente on a one way trip to casa permanente
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Not a teacher but a sensei
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These rhymes are for battle plus you gotta get the rent paid
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I bust the donut up in front of Wenchel's
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Makin police state officials with fat bones
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that's made of gristle test they torque to differential
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Now it's essential, our problems ain't provincial
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'fore a nurse call our bodies white chalk stencils
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Broke as fuck, eatin lentils with no utensils
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That type of struggle motivated my pencil
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It ain't mental it's material
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Police are the fist of the imperial, I'm spittin through your stereo
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Babies need cereal, folks need currency
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My job got a crowd wavin applications fervently
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Some'll get accepted, most'll get rejected
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Guess they gon' til the new prison get elected
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and that'll solve they unemployment streak
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They'll be makin microchips for two dollars a week
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That's why they packin us in there in droves and fleets
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And Channel Two gon' call it cleanin up the streets
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Now who gets paper and who gets perved?
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Who gets slapped and who gets served?
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Now this type of shit get on my last nerve
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I think about it in the car and I start to swerve
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Who gets paper and who gets perved?
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Who gets slapped and who gets served?
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Now this type of shit get on my last nerve
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I think about it in the car and I start to swerve
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Drug Warz
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The Coup |