[Riley singing]
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1999
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Beatnuts, dead prez
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CHORUS:
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Everytime I look around, I see so much drama goin down
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Everytime I look around, I see sp much fakeness goin down
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[Stic.Man]
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Why I'ma, be stingy when I can share
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Why I'ma, be hateful if I could care
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Why would I hate my own, and forsake my home
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Why would I fuck around and get a jake my chrome
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I wouldn't have to stick you if we all could eat
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It wouldn't be no need for beef, dyin over streets
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We don't even own anyway, you could get bucked off any day
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We behind enemy lines, y'all still writin Henessy rhymes
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While I'm tryin to get a good price for a nine
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Feel like my life on the line
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That's why a nigga be hype all the time
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Ready for the revolution at the drop of a dime
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[M1]
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I got a duty to have security for my niggas
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A duty to serve the beautiful black sisters
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A duty tom stand wit anybody that's wit us
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And fully criticize all bullshitters
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There should be awards presented, to niggas who fight back
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Like Panther jackets, or sisters who like gats
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I'm a full blooded warrior, ready for change
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Recognize any soldier that's doin the same
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Because I love who I am, and that means everything to me
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My life aint worth a damn unless I'm dealin with reality
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When I look myself in the eyes it's just me
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And I aint gotta tell nobody no lies I feel free
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And I would rather deal with the truth than falsehood
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Than bein fake with my people and claimin it's all good
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You can't run away from yourself so that's useless
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If your word is bond then you don't have to make excuses
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CHORUS
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[JuJu]
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Yo as I sit and contemplate about the fate of my kids
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If I die is the state gon snatch up my kids?
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City life, no choice but to live by the knife
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Put food on the table at whatever the price
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My beautiful wife, all the time cookin precise
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When there aint no meat, she bless me with the eggs and the rice
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Never think twice, I love you for the rest of my life
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That's why I taught you how to shoot when situations get trife
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Save the children from the evil that we smell in the air
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Used to bein happy, now the feelin is rare
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I'ma soldier in the struggle just tryin to prepare
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Cuz when the revolution comes it aint gon be fair
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[Psycho Les]
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Yo it's the Beatnuts, dead prez, we connect like Tetris
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And we comin at the world on some high connections
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So turn it up, so we can drop these gems quick
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If you on some bullshit, then nigga get the EXIT
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Look Around - feat. Dead Prez and Cheryl Pepsi Riley
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The Beatnuts |