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Ey, ey, check it out
Man, you to get up out of this spot man
And get a job man before you get man
I know you don't wanna it man
But, man, wait, hold up loc you've got man
Where's my

When I'm ridin' on the street I hear gunshots, shots
Swear crack niggas 'cause they're moms missed
So black man really care about
In the ninety's, our governments so

I CNN sometimes and I realize
They're tricks on my mind
They a man to work with his hands
Too young to die, and they give a damn

got down on her knees
But not no more, god damn it, I make
I'm on the move and I'ma show and
You might cry to my groove

Rest in peace, brothers underneath
I love you to while my beat's like a reef
In the of the night on the city streets
The thing we got left is the beat

All we got is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got is the beat, huh, give it to me
All we got is the beat, the beat, yo
All we got is the beat, uh

Who guns into the USA?
And then makes sure that they come the way
Gain the points until the whole traps
And up my woman that she should call up the cops

The are hell, wait a, minute
There's we do but ride on top of an elevator
Say the clubs, I get a job
Mouth to feed, somebody's robbed

I ain't worked, but I ain't for crumbs
You ever seen a man-shelter? out the bombs
Brother of pain, whole lives are over
They every dime tryin' not to be sober

And all the ladies got bags of
They'll be your long lost momma, one never
The are like a nightmare
While the secretary is chillin' in his leather chair

All we got is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got is the beat, give it to me
All we got is the beat, the beat, yo
All we got is the beat, uh

Lemon to a lime, lime to a
When you need a toga-black, hire linen
Your ripper's man applause he can't get a job
He gets up all of his family and like a slob

The black don't understand
'Cause they don't what it is to be a black man
In the mornin' a brother feels like a
black women and white men go to work

So all women fear, the ain't real
'Cause they won't us no jobs, that's the real deal
Hold my hand while I get it all
They deserve me at times of bad weather

'Cause I'ma it out the concrete walls
And there's another way basketball
Let me go, let me do I do
I'm red, black and green, then red, white and

All we got is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, it to me
All we got is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh, it to me

Ridin' in the street you can feel the city
A little bit of grass and a whole lot of
Creepin' I'm standin' on the
And you can get if you wanna

Paybacks a mother on the
You're seein' gold teeth, ya hearin' beats
ride by real slow
You get leary when got tinted windows

Sittin' on the with a blunt
I'm drinkin' valentine, I wasn't raised up
My aunt Ellie talked about God
Tell me you never cried 'cause so hard
Government got a of a plan
But word is born ain't destroyin' this black man

All we got is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, it to me
All we got is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got is the beat, uh, give it to me

All we got is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got is the beat, huh, give it to me
All we got is the beat, the beat, yo
All we got is the beat, uh, give it to me

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