[Billy Cook:]
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Too many brothers locked, there'll be too many dying
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And if I set it up out, then I'd be lying
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[Hook: x2]
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You want the truth (yeah), bujt you can't handle the truth (no)
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Us niggaz ain't free, we just running round loose (right)
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They say what monkey see, monkey gon do (oh-no-no-no-no-no-no-oh)
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This song pertains to every thug nigga, even you
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[Lil' O:]
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My lil' partna stole a half, from a crooked ass law
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He chopped it up and heat it in, it's time he Hilfiger drawas
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See hit the cut before you run, young G's gotta crawl
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And he was hitting every lick, even soaked his ma
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And when he stacked a lil' change, he went straight to the mall
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And bought some POLO and some Guess, to let hoes know that he ball
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But I recall a time when blacks, couldn't buy shit at all
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And when you mention slavery, no one sounded upauled
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They said ay free the slaves, see loves blacks don't believe it
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Slavery came to an end, cause slavery wasn't needed
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New technology, provided quantities at high volume
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Cheaper than maintaining slaves, now we got us a problem
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Cause now we can make these goods, and astonishing figures
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Without the labor tell me, what we gon do with these niggaz
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Should we gun em down with triggas, send em back to they land
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Or should we keep em all in chains, till we get us a plan
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Well here's a plan let's give em jobs, better jobs than we
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No just enough, so they can get the minimal wants and needs
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They'll still be in poverty, but with they hard earned bucks
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They'll make us rich by buying shit, that was made by us you see
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[Hook x2]
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[Lil' O:]
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Now if you worked all your life, but still ain't had shit
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If you seen a man slipping, would you grab his shit
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I'm talking gun a man down, straight robbing and stealing
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Or commit genocide, for pride we straight drug dealing
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And I know you know the feeling, (man I ain't got shit
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Man these whites living good, I got's to have that shit)
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Even though we can't afford it, man we still gotta get it
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Black people love to floss, I swear to God it's embedded
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Now you can curse all you want, you can scream and shout
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But only a nigga'll buy him a Benz, before he buy him a house
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And when the new Jordans come out, we spend our money like fools
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When these whites won't pay, more than eighty dollars for shoes
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We got the whole game confused, we being played like fools
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But playa who am I to lie, I do the same shit too
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Cause I done jacked me some niggaz, I done been on the grind
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But playa peep how smart they is, they getting paid off our crime
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It's big business in the 90's, sending niggaz to jail
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You can buy stock in the Penn, think they ain't making mail
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[talking:]
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See, as long as niggaz keep dropping out of school
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To chase this fast change
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We doing exactly, what they want us to do
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[Hook x2]
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[Lil' O:]
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As slavery passed whites asked, are we really that dense
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A man convinced that we are, pressing blacks is a sense
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Yeah a man ain't really lynched, had a plan for us brothers
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He said you keep them blacks divided, and they'll keep down eachother
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Put field nigga against house nigga, put dark skin against light
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They won't worry bout us whites, all they'll do is just fight
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And the sad thing he's right, look how us young niggaz trip
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Look how we split eachother's wig, over Blood and Crip
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Look how we quick to start tripping, damn you stepped on my shoes
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Then we mean mug eachother, what you looking at fool
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Why is it cool to be a killer, fraud to be about peace
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Why we can't understand, too many of us deceased
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Do we hate ourselves, some think the mo' yellow the better
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Then compare the way we act, to Mr. Will and inch letter
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Yeah it's all a big set up, look in books you'll find proof
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But they won't teach you this in school, cause you can't handle the truth you see
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[Hook x2]
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[talking:]
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Man, I'm missing that Lil' Norris
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That Lil' Gator, that Fat Pat, that Mafio
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That Lil' Al, that Marcus Grey
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All my partnas on lock, Big Spider, Big Mark
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You know I love y'all, Black Ass hold ya head
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Kinfolk, I love you baby
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Sean Blaze, hold ya head
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Wool, you |