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They claim that i'm violent
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Just cuz I refuse to be silent
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These hipocrites I havin' fears
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Cuz i'm not buying it, defying it
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Envious, because I will rebel against
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Any oppresor, and this is known as self defense
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I show no mercy, they claim that i'm tha Lunatic
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But when tha shit gets thick, i'm tha one you got and get
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Don't look so confused, tha truth is so plain ta see
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Cause i'm tha nigga tha you sell-outs are ashamed to be
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And every jeep and and every car, while they stop us
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I'm never ignorant, getten goals accomplished
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Tha underground railroad on an uprise
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This time tha truth is getten told
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Heard enough lies
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I told'em fight back, attack on society
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If this is violence then violents what I gotta be
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If you investigate you'll find out where it's coming from
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Look through our history, Americas tha violent one
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Unlock my brain, break tha chains of your misery
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This time tha pay back for evil shit you did too me
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They call me militant and racist cause I won't resist
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You wanna censor something
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Mothafucka censor this!
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My words are weapons, and i'm stepin to tha sirens
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Wakin up tha masses
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But you, claim that i'm violent
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Chorus
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(with tons of scratching in the chorus)
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Fuck a damn cop, (they claim'in that i'm violent)
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Just because we play what tha people want, (Violent)
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Fuck a damn cop, (they claim'in that i'm violent)
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Just because we play what tha people want, (Violent)
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Fuck a damn cop, (they claim'in that i'm violent)
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Tha cops can't stand me, but they can't touch me
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Call me a dope man, cause I rock dope beats
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Jacked by tha police, didn't have my ID
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I said, excuse me, why ya tryin ta rob me
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He had tha nerve to, say that I had a curfew
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Get out tha car, or i'lI hurt you
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So here I go, I better make my mind up
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Pick my 9 up or hit tha line up
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I choose B steped into tha streets
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Tha first cop grabed me, tha other ripped my seat
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They grabed my homie and threw him to tha concrete
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(what ya doin man) they tried ta frame me
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They tried ta say I had some dope in tha back seat
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But, i'm a rap fiend, not a crack fiend
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My homie packed, he tried ta run
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(freeze nigga) I heard a bullet fire from tha cops gun
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My homie dropped, so I hit tha cop
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I kept swingin,Yo, I couldn't stop
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Before I knew it, I was beaten tha cop senseless
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Tha other cop dropped his gun, he was defenseless
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Now i'm against this cop who was racist
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Given him a taste, of tradin places
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And all this, cause tha [?...?] was tryin ta frame us, but I came up
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Now they claiming that i'm violent
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Chorus
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(with tons of scratching in the chorus)
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Fuck a damn cop, (they claim'in that i'm violent)
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Just because we play what tha people want, (Violent)
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Fuck a damn cop, (they claim'in that i'm violent)
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Just because we play what tha people want, (Violent)
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Fuck a damn cop, (they claim'in that i'm violent)
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As I was beatin on a cop, I heard a gun click
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Then tha gun shot, but I wasn't hit
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I turned around it was my homie with tha gun in hand
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He shot tha cop, now he's a dead man
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I said, come on, it's time for us ta get away
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They called for back up, and they'll be on their way
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Jumped in tha car, and tried ta get away quick
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Tha car wouldn't start, we in deep shit
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So we jumped out, (come on, let's take tha cops car)
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We drove a little ways thinking that we got far
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But I looked up and all I saw was blue lights
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If I die tonight, i'm dying in a gun fight
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I grabed tha AK, my homie took tha 12 gauge
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Load'em up quick, it's time for us ta spray
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We'll shot'em up with they own fuckin weapons
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And when we threw spraying, then we stepin
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This is a lesson, to tha rednecks and crooked cops
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You fuck with real niggas, get ya fuckin ass dropped
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So here we go, tha police against us
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Dark at dusk, and waiting for tha guns ta bust
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What's next, I don't know and I don't care
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One things for sure, tommorrow I won't be here
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But if I go, i'm taken all these punks with me
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Pass me a clip G, now come and get me
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You wanna sweat me, never get me to be silent
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Given them a reason, (a reason)
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Ta claim that i'm violent...
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Chorus
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(with tons of scratching in |