Ey, ey, check it out Man, you need to get up out of spot man And get a job man you get smoked man I know you don't wanna it man But, man, wait, hold up loc you've got man my guns?
When I'm ridin' on the street I gunshots, rare shots Swear niggas 'cause they're moms missed flips So black man care about politics In the ninety's, our so slick
I watch CNN and I realize They're tricks on my mind They want a man to work with his Too young to die, and they give a damn
got down on her knees But not no more, god damn it, I cheese I'm on the move and show and prove You might cry to my groove
Rest in peace, sauce brothers I love you to death while my like a reef In the of the night on the city streets The only 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 into the USA? And then makes sure they come around the way Gain the points the whole race traps And teach up my that she should call up the cops
The are hell, wait a, minute There's nothin' we do but ride on top of an Say the clubs, I get a job Mouth to feed, somebody's gettin'
I worked, but I ain't workin' for crumbs 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 ladies got of clothes be your long lost momma, one never knows The are like a nightmare While the presidents secretary is chillin' in his leather
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, the beat, yo All we got is the beat, uh
Lemon to a lime, to a lemon When you need a toga-black, black 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 women don't 'Cause don't realize what it is to be a black man In the mornin' a brother like a jerk black women and white men go to work
So all women fear, the brothers real 'Cause they won't give us no jobs, that's the real Hold my hand I get it all together They don't deserve me at of bad weather
'Cause I'ma make it out the concrete 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 is the beat, uh, give it to me
Ridin' in the you can feel the city heat A little bit of grass and a lot of concrete Creepin' I'm standin' on the And you can get robbed if you
Paybacks a on the street You're seein' teeth, ya hearin' funky beats ride by real slow You get leary when got tinted windows
Sittin' on the steps with a I'm drinkin' valentine, I raised up front My aunt Ellie always about God me you never cried 'cause it's so hard Government got a of a plan But is born they 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 left is the beat, uh, it to me
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