Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love?
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Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love?
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Now, men want racism, black folks in prison, me bar
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What's goin' on with the luh-uh-ove?
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Boo-ya-kaw is the sound, brothers goin' down in the worst way
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I got my son a gun for his birthday.
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Now we've had enough, everybody wants to be tough,
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But I give the props to brothers on my level instead of trying to be above,
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'Cause I see nothin' feminine about givin' your brother some love.
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Look deeply in each other's eyes: you know we are the ones
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Racism is a cloud that blocks us from the sun.
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One brother speaks in African, one sings Jamaican songs,
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Both of them are black men, but they still can't get along.
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Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love?
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Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love?
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Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love?
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Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love?
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[Yo, I know this brother named Tony, he beat up his own mom, man.
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[Nah, man]. Straight up. Him and his two brothers, they all live in the
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same house with his mom, right. [Right]. They all in their twenties,
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she the only one working. Anyway, one night she needed to get some
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sleep, she told him to turn his music down, and he just straight flipped
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on her: slapped her all up against the wall, cursed her out...]
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Mommy and Daddy they got married, they make love every night
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But Momma's gettin' tired, and Poppa hits the pipe at night.
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I see 'em kissin' wishin' I got the props that Pops, I mean the rocks, got
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I hope she hugs me, 'cause she never dug me.
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I figure still I hustle, tussle with the fool at school,
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The one that Momma sold my sneakers, thought she says he's freakin' her,
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Had the doubt until I caught 'em, then I fought 'im, then she slapped me,
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Hollered at me talkin' 'bout I messed up her ten dollars.
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God damn! Drug dealers dealin' to the kiddies,
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Livin' in the city ain't no pity on the itty-bitty.
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We try to cry, but still they all die,
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I try to speak to the youth, and the truth is they all high.
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What can I say but watch your back, youngster,
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As I sit and wonder, my other brother's steadily goin' under.
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It's like a curse, and it hurts 'cause it's worse,
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Momma's crazy 'cause her baby's in a herse.
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Wussup wit' the love?
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[Yo, my homey was joggin in this upper-class white neighborhood, he had
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his headphones on, right, you know, just joggin'. This old lady called
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the police. Just 'cause he was black, they stomped my homey. He
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couldn't here 'em though 'cause he had his headphones on. They ain't
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chase him, they didn't shine their lights on him. They just shot him
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...dead!]
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This land once owned by Indians, who then would learn to burn.
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A treagedy, because from them there was so much to learn,
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You will find the key to life is checking for you friends,
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Everything's gonna be alright,
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I got to let you know that I'm in love with you.
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[Dope fiends sellin' their babies]
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I'm so in love with you.
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[I know man, you can't even say 'what's up' to a brother no more]
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People, I'm in love with you.
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[Fool talkin' about 'what's up', fool don't know me man...]
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Yes I'm in love with you.
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[...I put one in him! Hey, yo, you got your thang?
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Yeah, man, I'm strapped]
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It blows my mind to see so many people sufferin'
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[So many people]
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It blows my mind to see so many people down,
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[Everybody's down]
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And I just can't understand, why there must be such fighting,
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[Everybody's acting crazy]
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It blows my mind to see the pain that's all around.
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[...the pain that's all around]
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Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love?
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Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love?
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Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love?
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Wake up!
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Wake up!
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Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love?
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Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love?
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Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love?
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Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love?
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Wake up!
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Please....wake up.
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Wussup Wit the Luv
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