i dont wanna sell yay
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get my door kicked in by the kkk
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shoulda said the police
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lookin for the quarter piece inside my caprice
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from the tracks of the ghetto
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i try to escape
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ya caught my music
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on a CD or rap tape
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i make it then take it
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to the mom and papa store
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for a proper cash flo¡¯
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from the mom and papa store
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dont want no more rappers on consignment
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find another alignment
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come back another climate
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people don¡¯t even know who you is
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you need a name in the music biz
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your album, for one, has no promotion
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your elbows and kneecaps have no lotion
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your ashy, your music is trashy
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outkast, inside they class me
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out the door is where they catch me
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(WHERE?)
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Straight into the street
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(WHERE YOU GOIN?)
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now im on my way to swap meet
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(SAY WHAT?)
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Tryn to make a mil without a record deal
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selling tapes off the back of my Coupe de ville (Bucka!)
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Hustlin on the street is hard
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in a fight with the white security guard
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talkin bout ¡®no solicitin, no publicitin¡¯
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I try to talk to him but nope he not listenin
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Punk ass, flunk ass, cant slam dunk ass
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skunk ass, monk ass, sufferin suckatash!
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Now i¡¯m seein a black guard workin for a Korean
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tellin me i cant be in the places that i be in
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you can spend your money here
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you cant make no money here
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you better get outta here ya here here
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did i make myself clear?
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i go and drink a beer
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til im pissy in my belly
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big as missy elliot (EEEEEE!)
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I¡¯m so depressed plus overstressed
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wanna rap so hard im obsessed
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sometimes i wanna cock my heat
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make them punks play my song on the beat (BUCKA!!!!)
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let me out, let me out
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let me show the whole world what im all about
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let me out, let me out
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let me rap til the party people scream n shout
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let me out, let me out
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let me show the whole world the best of me
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let me out, let me out
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let me take contol of my destiny
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depressed, determined
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smokin, shermann
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black, german
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monster, herman
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sellin, crack
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money, stacked
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down for a murder, black
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like roberta flack
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get dressed up, get my tapes pressed up
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cuz the music industry is messed up, baby!
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i throw a pity party as i sip bacardi
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sell on! rap tapes, i dont need nobody
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ima beethoven givin, colt 45 sippin
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its the year 2000 and my gerri curl still drippin
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it might sound strange in my rhyme
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but im from the west coast
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i cant change with the hands of time
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what i am is what i am
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if you dont like what i am i dont give a damn
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black pecker¡¯s my title, john king is my idol
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im havin thoughts thats suicidal, young rival
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i dont care about fashion, just cadillac mashin
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bags to put my grass in, bank to put my cash in
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i dont wear FUBU like you do cuz FUBU is booboo
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i pull my gat and make you shit boo boo sit
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you talk too much shit, thats why you got hit
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walkin home with your gums split
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while i sit, sell yay, eryday (BUCKA!)
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bumpin N.W.A. (BUCK-BUCKA-BUCKA!)
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cruisin down the street in my 6 A---FRO
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punk niggas get GA-FFO, bitch
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I wanna kill every cop I meet
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I wanna burn down this house that swapped me
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Im talkin smack but you aint hearin
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get your gat, i gotta start racketeerin, plus clearin
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all the koreans and all the europeans
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the ones makin money off of black human beings
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OH! give it up, give it up
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its time for the black folks to live it up
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a-ya-hey! burn it down, burn it down
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run the white cops outta town, motherfucker
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so tell andy griffith that his punk ass b
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runs from the black vigilante
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it cant be,
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a dictatorship, ran by the klu klux klan
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feel the wrath of the afroman
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let me out, let me out
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let me show these motherfuckers what im all about
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let me out, let me out
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fuck the sheriff in the ass til he scream and shout
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let me out, let me out
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let me show the whole world the best of me
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let me out, let me out
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let me take control of my destiny
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I CAN DO IT, I CAN MAKE IT
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if you dont give it to me baby, ima take it
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fuck the music industry, fuck the music biz
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i make my own rap tape and tell it like it is
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revolution, revolution
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revolution - thats the solution
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i made the rap tape, i made the CD
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fuck the corporate world, GIVE THE M |