Louder, louder,
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louder, louder, louder, louder
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louder, louder, Yeah
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Yeah, it¡¯s for the People
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This is street ra-dio, for unsung heroes
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Ridin in they regal, tryin to stay legal
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My daughter found Nemo, I found the new primo
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Yeah you know how we do, we do it for the people
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And the struggles of the brothas and the folks
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With lovers under dope, experiment to discover hopes
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Scuffle for notes, the rougher I wrote, times were harder
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Went from rocky starter to a voice of a martyr
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Why white folks focus on dogs and yoga
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While people on the low end tryin to ball and get over
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Lyrics are like liquor for the fallen soldiers
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From the bounce to the ounce, its all our culture
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Everyday we hustlin, tryna get them custom rims
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Law we ain¡¯t trustin them, thick broads we lust in them
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Sick and tired of bunchin it, I look on the bus at them
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When I see them struggling, I think how I¡¯m touchin them
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The People
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The day, has come
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Now we, are one
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Just take, your time
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And then, you¡¯ll find
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This is street ra-dio, for unsung heroes
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Ridin in they regal, tryin to stay legal
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My daughter found Nemo, I found the new primo
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Yeah you know how we do, we do it for the people
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The people said that I was sharp on TV
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At the Grammy¡¯s, though they tried to India Arie me
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Got back stage, and I bumped into Stevie
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He said no matter what, the people gone see me
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Can¡¯t leave rap alone the streets need me
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Hunger in they eyes, is what seems to feed me
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Inside peace mixed with beast seem to breed me
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Nobody believe, until I believe me
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Now I¡¯m on the rise doin business with my guys
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Visions realize, music affected lives
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A gift from the skies, to be recognize
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I¡¯m keeping my eyes on the people, that¡¯s the prize
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The day, has come
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Now we, are one
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Just take, your time
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And then, you¡¯ll find
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This is street ra-dio, for unsung heroes
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Ridin in they regal, tryin to stay legal
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My daughter found Nemo, I found the new primo
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Yeah you know how we do, we do it for the people
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From Englewood to a single hood in Botswana
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I see the I in We my nigga, yours is my drama
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Standin in front of the judge with no honor
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Barack stick, knight the people like Obama
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The karma of the streets is needs and takes
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Sometimes we find peace in beats and breaks
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Put the bang in the back so the seats can shake
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Rebel Cadillac music for the people sake
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The People
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The day, has come
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Now we, are one
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Just take, your time
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And then, you¡¯ll find
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The People
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