I'm seein' bodiez in the alley and blood in the valley
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From the shores of Maine all the way to Compton Cali
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I'm callin' rally to the homies in the street light
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Take a real close at what it look like
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A young nigga in the ghetto raised up on whit
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The first thing momma told him was don't take no shit
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Playin tag with body bag,
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Bullets,
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And bloody rag
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And did you put the dodge on the toe tag?
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Whoever the man today, might not be the man tomarrow
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Cuz life is full of hardships, pimpslaps, and sorrow
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Ya gotta believe in something, but whatever ya do
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Make sure what you believe is real and true
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Fuck the liez an' alibiez an' come to realize
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My vision won't assault of wasted on blind lil' eyes
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Like A T an' T ya gotta make a switch
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O' get pushed to the side like a lil' ol' bitch....
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When the Revolution come I'm gonna be up front
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With my finga on the trigga of a Mossburgh Pump
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When the Revolution come I'm gonna be right there
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With my nine in my hand and braids in my hair
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I've been hollerin' and hoopin' yeah
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Lootin' an' shootin'
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I'm doin' some recruitin' to bring mo' troops in
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Niggaz don't be doin' what they 'posed to do
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They betta post on the corna with the busta crew
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Playin' games I used to play back in '79
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With the same bullshit an' the same ol' lie
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If you want some respect ya won't be individual
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On the nigga nuts cuz he rollin' in the Sixty-fo'
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Yo favorite line is fuck all a y'all
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But one day there's gonna be a final call
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That's why I'm rollin' deep in the motherfuckin' Jeep
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Always on the peep an' my crew don't fall asleep
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So pull your money outa your pocket an' put it in the middle
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This ain't no roosta ass Chicken George nigga on a fiddle, huh
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Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
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In my mothafuckin' self I trust....
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Way back in the dayz we used to sling 'em in the street
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But now when niggaz get beat
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They wanna go an' get their heat
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Everybody know that you know how to kill
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But tell me do you how to let a nigga live
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I gotta dream that maybe one day
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Niggaz can't fight then walk away
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I'm talkin' fist to cuff with them pistols up, an'
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Shoot 'em from the shoulders
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To show them you can hold your
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I sing the song of the fight of the black man
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In America
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In a state of hysteria
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No longa will I accept the second rate
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I plan to set the record straight b'fore I disobey
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Its the one - two combination punch to the throat
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There's a hole in ya boat bitch
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That's all she wrote
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Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
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In my mothafuckin' self I trust....
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When the Revolution come I'm gonna be straight loc
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Goin' out in a cloud of pistol smoke
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The Revolution come...........
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........The Revolution come.
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The Revolution
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