One afternoon around eleven o'clock
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It was freezin cold, he was standing on the block
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Sellin cheeba, nick's and dimes
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Sayin a rhyme just to pass the time
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The cops passed by, but he stayed calm
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Cause the leather trench coat was keepin him warm
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But this time they walked by real slowly
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He thought to himself, "They look like they know me"
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They drove away, but he didn't stay
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He jumped in the cab and he paid his tab
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But guess who he saw when he hit the block
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It was the same cop car, the same two cops
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They jumped out quick, they pulled a gun
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They said, "Don't try to fight and don't try to run
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Cooperate and we will be your friend
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Non-cooperation will be your end"
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He jumped in the car, and while they rode
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they ran down the list of things he owed
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They said, "You owe us some money, you owe us some product
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Cause you could be right in the river tied up"
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He thought for a second and he said, "What is this?
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You want me to pay you to stay in business?"
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They said, "That's right, or you go to prison
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cause nobody out there is really gonna listen
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to a hood," so he said, "Good!
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I'll pay you off for the whole neighborhood"
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Because
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Cocaine business controls America
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Ganja business controls America
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KRS-One come to start some hysteria
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Illegal business controls America
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Illegal Business Remix 2004
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KRS-One |