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Ey, ey, check it out
Man, you need to get up out of this man
And get a job man you get smoked man
I know you wanna hear it man
But, man, wait, up loc you've got company man
Where's my

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

I CNN sometimes and I realize
playin' tricks on my mind
They want a man to with his hands
Too young to die, and they don't a damn

Rare-momma got on her knees
But not no more, god damn it, I cheese
I'm on the and I'ma show and prove
You might cry to my groove

Rest in peace, brothers underneath
I love you to death while my beat's like a
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 left is the beat, huh, it to me
All we got is the beat, the beat, yo
All we got is the beat, uh

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

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

I ain't worked, but I ain't workin' for
You ever a man-shelter? Check out the bombs
Brother of pain, their whole lives are
They spent every dime tryin' not to be

And all the got bags of clothes
They'll be your long lost momma, one never
The streets are like a
While the presidents secretary is 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 a toga-black, hire black linen
Your man applause when he can't get a job
He gets up all of his family and feels a slob

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

So all women fear, the brothers ain't
'Cause they won't give us no jobs, the real deal
Hold my hand I get it all together
They don't deserve me at times of bad

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

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 the city heat
A little bit of grass and a lot of concrete
Creepin' I'm standin' on the
And you can get if you wanna

Paybacks a on the street
You're seein' gold teeth, ya funky beats
Brothers by real slow
You get leary when they got tinted

Sittin' on the with a blunt
I'm drinkin' valentine, I raised up front
My aunt always talked about God
Tell me you cried 'cause it's so hard
got a hell 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 is the beat, give it to me
All we got is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh, 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 left is the beat, uh, it to me

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