Ey, ey, check it out Man, you need to get up out of this man And get a job man before you get man I you don't wanna hear it man But, man, wait, hold up loc you've got man my guns?
When I'm ridin' on the street I hear gunshots, rare Swear crack niggas 'cause they're moms flips So black man really care about In the ninety's, our governments so
I watch CNN and I realize playin' tricks on my mind They want a man to work with his Too young to die, and they don't give a
Rare-momma got on her knees But not no more, god it, I make cheese I'm on the and I'ma show and prove You might cry to my groove
in peace, sauce brothers underneath I love you to death while my beat's like a In the middle of the night on the streets The only thing we got 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 brings into the USA? And then makes that they come around the way Gain the points the whole race traps And teach up my woman she should call up the cops
The projects are hell, 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 ain't worked, but I ain't for crumbs You seen a man-shelter? Check out the bombs Brother of pain, their lives are over They spent every dime tryin' not to be
And all the ladies got of clothes They'll be your lost momma, one never knows 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, to a lemon When you need a toga-black, hire linen ripper's man applause when he can't get a job He gets up all of his and feels like a slob
The women don't understand they 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 ain't 'Cause they won't us no jobs, that's the real deal Hold my hand I get it all together They deserve me at times of bad weather
I'ma make it out the concrete walls And another way besides basketball Let me go, let me do I do I'm red, black and green, then red, and blue
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 is the beat, uh, give it to me
Ridin' in the street you can feel the heat A little bit of grass and a whole lot of Creepin' I'm on the corner And you can get if you wanna
a mother on the street You're seein' teeth, ya hearin' funky beats Brothers by real slow You get when they got tinted windows
Sittin' on the steps a blunt I'm drinkin' valentine, I wasn't raised up My Ellie always talked about God me you never cried 'cause it's so hard Government got a hell of a 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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