[Hook]
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Walk Like a Warrior
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Walk Like a Warrior
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Walk Like a Warrior
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Walk Like a Warrior
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[M1]
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I was trained to defend myself for my brain and my mental health
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The white man got the wealth he held back
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We're living in hell black and niggaz can sell crack
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But that ain't gonna change this thang
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If you gonna bang, then bang for change, don't bang for crazy thangs
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If not don't bang
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If ya gonna ball play the game how it should be played
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Can you dribble a grenade?
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To save your life you payed the price, mama raised you right
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Now how you aint gonna fight?
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For the white man's laws hell naw
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For the cause, because we got to get what's ours
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Gotta struggle for the motherfucking power
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Cuz we're livin in the last few hours
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It's 11:59, I think it's bout time
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We get on the grind, and get out the carbine
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With freedom of mind we can see what we can find
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If you can spot 'em, pop pop pop the po-9
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This is only a rhyme so now don't get scared
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Listen to the message in the word
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Don't let your sight get blurred, you heard this righteous words
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You might prefer it from a car mic
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Timeout, I didn't say bug out, ball out, bling out
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All ya'll sell-outs get the hell out
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This year it's RBG so bang on out
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Uh, we people army nigga bang on out
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[Hook]
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[Stic]
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Yo, Yo, what you know bout heart?
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Can't be the weak link in the squad
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Gotta look way deep in your heart
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Anything in the way gotta go straight through
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Take charge
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Can't hide from your flaws when you ride for the cause
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Cuz a nigga will pull your card
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Keep your guard up 24/7 on the street like you're doin hard time on the yard
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What you know about heart?
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Can you assemble your heat in the dark
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Take it apart, and clean all the parts?
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Life is a journey, a course, like learning a martial art
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You can't have partial heart
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Gotta get your own, if you drop the bone, dog, we all fall
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It ain't over til the problem solved
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Get your back up off the wall
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My niggaz is riders, we fighters, we tight as a fist
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RBG's up in this bitch, so bang on out
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If your khakis is saggin, you reppin your rag and you holdin the magnum
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Use it for freedom nigga, bang on out
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All my dirtiest dirtys, revolutionaries and visionaries
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Don't be no scaredy nigga, bang on out
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It's a war goin on in the streets, we hollerin fuck the police
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Ain't bout no peace, nigga, bang on out
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[Krayzie Bone]
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Me so you see fifty niggaz in all black fatigues
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My regime runnin down your street
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At the end of the block, we got the god damn cops
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And they hope we sink, tell me what you see
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I see (bang) buildings burning, motherfuckers trippin for a goddman purpose
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The police is nervous, cuz we done observed 'em
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Now niggaz is thinking about murder
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We ain't talking, no more, and we ain't squashin shit with po-po
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And we ain't marchin in the middle of the goddamn road
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Cuz Martin got smoked
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Niggaz ready for war, so get the fuck up, we fixin to set the city to fire
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This time when we ride we burnin it down, turn this shit 'round
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Keep your justice, your peace
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And keep blessin the heat, and that there crooked officer
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We won't stop blazin til they coughin up blood
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Wanna slang my baseball cap to the back and get busy, nigga
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You say you a soldier, well get over here nigga we under attack
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As soon as they done, they get gone
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Muder mo come, come, they done, me red rum, me red rum, they done
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And when we put 'em in they grave
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We toss in a donut, and tell 'em we don't surrender, surrender, naw
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[Hook]
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I ain't talkin bout no hustla
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I ain't talkin bout no gangsta
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I'm hollerin at them soldiers
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Revolutionary culture
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Bang on out
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Walk Like A Warrior
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