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[Big Daddy Kane]
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People people, we gotta get over
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before we go under, and I wonder
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why we can't find a little piece of mankind
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Instead of always step back, gimme my damn nine
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Livin the thug, like the shoot up the drug type
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They love to hear the people sayin, "Yo that kid is bugged right?"
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Just a game, so please, out here men die
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The average black man today don't make it to see twenty-five
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Cause someone else got the clock rocked
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Tryin to get the neighborhood locked, to be the new man on the block
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But if you asked me who's the man I'm like, "You tell me?
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I don't know, Ed Lover, Dr. Dre and Heavy D?"
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I got my mind on comin up, if not in first place
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then damnit I plan to be the first runner up
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But it seems, I got a lot of problems under my belt
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and everday I gotta ask myself
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[Scoob]
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Ah what's goin on, in our society
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What's goin on, in a de country
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What's goin on, in your community
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What's goin on, tell me
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[reggae chat] - can't translate
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[Big Daddy Kane]
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I seen a kid freshly dipped with mad gold
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Fifteen years old, with plenty drugs bein sold
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But then somebody caught him for his Air Jordans
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his drugs the cash and the jewels he was sportin
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You wanna call your girl a B-I-T-C-H
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You can't appreciate so now she's humpin your man, then she ain't
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Cause when you teach her that hoe mentality
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They accept that as reality and give all your friends the skin
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You need to show some love for your people
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All men are created equal, that's why with everybody I always
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spread love, and keep my pockets full of dol-dollars
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But check it out now
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We're not the uncivilized, the Kane ?
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So let's get it together, man we did it when we were slaves
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Instead of always tryin to blame someone else
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Take a look around, and ask yourself
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[Scoob]
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Ah what's goin on, in your community
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What's goin on, in a dis country
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What's goin on, in our society
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What's goin on, whoahhhh
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[reggae chat] - can't translate
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[Big Daddy Kane]
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Nowadays it's all about provin you ain't nuttin soft
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And everybody's always talkin about bustin off
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But that ain't where we gotta go, kid we can throw
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and handle this thing like Holyfield and blow
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Then when we get it off our chest, let's put it to rest
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and try to make some money progress
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Because if I got a dollar, and you got ten
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and you can get a hundred from a friend if five others kick in
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Shoot, we can take that stack and put it back
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in a community that's black, to make our people attract
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like somethin magnetic, cause word is bond it's pathetic
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We always talkin about this piece of the pie
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but it seems we can't get it
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Unless we field the life of a drug dealer
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and start stellin llello but you know where they go
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up to the penile, because they chose to be wild
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And now you're upstate kid, uh, waitin patiently to see trial
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Now let that whole gangsta route slide
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There's too much money and skins here on the outside
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for me to ever let my freedom go
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Cause I got mine, now get yous, and let me know
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[Scoob]
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Ah what's goin on, in our society
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What's goin on, when you nah haf no money
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What's goin on, people on the street
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Whoahhh, why is it so..
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[reggae chat] - can't translate
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W.G.O.N.R.S.
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| Big Daddy Kane |
