It goes one for the mind and two for the money
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Who dat wit skull tattooes and his nose runny
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It's me, that funky MC, the Rrr-ah E
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Indubitably, I'm Jersey down to Mitentry
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Officer, you're hawkin the, ninety-three Landcruise
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When it's real criminals, you should be watchin for
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Get off my dick for what you don't got
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Plus you probably never licked a shot on your block
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Walkin to my car witcha nine out the holster
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Put your hands on the steering wheel like ya sposed ta
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I cooperate don't give the redneck no hassle
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Because too many mistakes be happening to black folk
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<<chorus>>
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I said what the fuck are you lookin 4?
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Can't a young man make money anymore?
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Hah hah, leave ya butt naked...
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I said what the fuck are you lookin 4?
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Can't a young man make money anymore?
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Aiyyo stash that weed up while me and the cop is riffin
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Damn I knew I shoulda got that stash box built-in
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But it's alright cause me and my niggaz roll tight
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We all think alike, we jump out whoever packin pipe
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Don't they know who's the freak from the East?
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I get faded like Chong and Cheech without bleach
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And started spittin game 'fore these cops start to reach
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on these creeps, showin mentality from the streets
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Even though we had a half a pound by the seats
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My peeps never tweek, we handle shit when there's heat
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Since one cop was white the otha was a brotha
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I pulled out my tape and front page of the cover
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of The Source, told him me and Janet's on tour
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Broke it down to who's my boss and who I rap for
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Plus them niggaz, EPMD
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Put me D, now I'm runnin with the Green Eyed B
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A-N-D-I-T, and Def Squad camp
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Here's your Def Jam tickets and your autograph
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Now haul ass, I got a meetin bout seven
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Basically I'm saying bye bye like Guy
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<<chorus>>
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My license, been suspended, for about five years
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The system got my ass in the jam
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Can't even ride to see my fam in Alabam'
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I get petrified everytime I see the man throw the lights on (woop woop)
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The mic's on so I stress it
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Shit I'm haulin ass before I start undressin
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Niggaz on they knees with they hands on the top of the
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heads while the Feds crack jokes with the glock in ya
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Don't get me wrong I know a lot of cool cops
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That'd let me go if I had two glocks and oowops
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But, I don't, so, I keeps it, real
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The five hundred series with deep dish peels
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Quick, my bitch, stash, two clips, between two her tits
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before the cops fuck with the Rrr-ah
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I'm a nigga of today a nigga of tomorrow, beyotch!
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<<chorus>>
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To my people in Kentucky rock rock on word is bond
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Newark New Jersey rock rock on word is bond
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Atlanta Georgia rock rock on word is bond
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Connecticut rock rock on word is bond
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To my people up in Queens rock rock on word is bond
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Bri-donx in the house rock rock on word is bond
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Virginia's in this bitch rock rock on word is bond
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San Francisco rock rock on word is bond
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Yeah, bitch ass niggaz rock this!
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What U Lookin' 4
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Redman |