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[Voice in Background]
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Look at the little porch monkeys fuckin jiggaboo
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[Master P talking]
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My ancestor Kunta Kinte said
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We come over to this bitch smiling on a banana boat
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(And they fucked our bitches and raped them)
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They never told us what the fuck we came over here for
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(Call us jiggaboos)
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And did deals with the Indians
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(Wild Coyotes)
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Ain't no fuckin body ever did no deals with no black folks
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[Chorus] x 4
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We run away slaves
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(Run nigga run)
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They say we free then put guns to our head
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[Master P]
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Now the cops try to arrest me and these bitches wanna test me
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My ??? scream P don't let the master get the best of me
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The game got me crazy, I'm fucked up I can't sleep
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They put dope on boats and planes and did deals with the enemy
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That's us, some say in God we fuckin trust
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The slavery's fuckin over but the world is messed up
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Black on black crime, either you poor or you blind
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Life is a welfare line and the homies they doin time
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Some niggas they switch for a lighter sentence or they switch
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The ghetto is a bitch, niggas live to get rich
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Then they slam my fuckin dreams like b-ball
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Killin chickens and pigs, just to feed the white hogs
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No houses, no meals, no seven acres
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Put us in the projects put us on dope and playa hate us
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Now lady heroin steady gettin money
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Ms. Cocoa leaf and weed, damn they gettin blunted
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And my homies steady dyin, mothers steady cryin
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I'm walkin the straight line keepin my people off the grind
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Probation and parole, niggaz in four doors
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This ain't for the radio but you run away poor folks
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[Chorus] x 4
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[Master P talking]
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For all the muthafuckin runaways out there
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I mean all us niggas that been incarcerated by technology
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By life, by the judicial system, (run nigga run)
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by the white folks or even the black folks that think they white
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(even the haters)
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Martin Luther King was a run away slave
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Jesse Jackson a run away slave
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Malcom X, he was a run away slave
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Mohammed, run away slave
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Farrakhan, run away slave
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Muthafuckin No Limit, we run away's (me Master P)
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from the whole record industry
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cause we ain't bout havin 15 percent (I'm a runaway nigga)
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we bout havin 100 (I'm about my paper)
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we bout teachin other niggas how to get theirs
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cause we gon get ours (you got to)
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y'all get yours, stop hatin
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break away nigga (the media)
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the chains is still there (y'all can't stop us)
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and this mothafuckin black on black crime (yeah nigga)
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it gotta stop (yeah nigga)
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run away slaves
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that's just what they want us to do (but we gon go to college)
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nigga be all you can be if you a soldier
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(we gon be doctors, we gon bepresident)
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No Limit Army nigga (No Limit motha fuckin sports)
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(We gon be rap stars)
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We run away slaves nigga (Maurice Collins)
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takin over, we bringin our mothafuckin athletes home
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(Leland Hardy, runaway slave boy)
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And we keepin it real, we keepin it treal
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(Sylvester Scott, Edward Hawkins)
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No Limit, run away slaves (lawyers, politicians)
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that's what we bout, keepin it treal, politickin nigga
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(that's what i'm talkin bout)
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black publications (doin what we gotta do)
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no more probation and parole (no more hoes)
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Colored folks stickin together nigga
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(I got the car door open nigga get in)
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Run Away Slaves
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