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Get your street knowledge, every posse that, come again
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The way to deal with racism if you're black

Well, seven in the I woke up to jog
Rushed out the door to inhale the
As I ran I began to
Should I produce or should I this summer?

Well just that second I heard, "Stay you are"
Before I could I was hit by a cop car
I laid on the pavement like I was
Then a redneck cop out with a smirk

He said, "Ah boy, you watch where you run"
As he poked my side the barrel of his shotgun
I said, "Officer man, I do nothin"
He said, "What's that you niggazs use, ya frontin?"

"Well ya frontin, why were you running down the street?"
At this time I had to my feet and said, "Wait a minute"
And that's he did it, he hit me in the face with his gun
I wasn't it so

On the ground was a of Snapple
I broke the bottle in his fucking Adam's
As he fell his partner called for backup, well, I had the
And began to act up with

Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack,
Get your street knowledge, every posse know that, again
Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack,
The only way to with racism if you're black

I threw down the gun and began to run
I got back in no time and loaded the
First I took two and then I took two more
I went out the window 'cause by now were right at my door

I took three shots and I laid
They in shooting so I threw a quick grenade
It went boom a supernova
Badges, arms, legs, heads, cops were all

I jumped out the fire escape down to the
And I started to run you I couldn't feel my feet
I was weak, I said to "Holy shit"
My shirt had with blood I didn't know I got hit but

There's no to stop, no time to explain man
I'm in too deep with this everyday ghetto
Black men are by their clothes
Black women are at as hoes
So I as one of uppity niggazs
Can only rely on the of a trigger going

Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack,
Get your street knowledge, every posse know that, again
Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack,
The only way to with racism if you're black

Well I down the street to an old bookstore
Called tree of life', yo D it ain't there no more
But it was boy I was lucky
'Cause in the basement is where they me

I awoke at the 14th hour
Three black had gave me a quick shower
I a while and escaped in a truck
by two guys, Rakim and Chuck

"What the fuck" I as I laid there
"How many guys do you a day here?"
Chuck said, "Many" Rakim said, "Plenty an everyday thing
When you're willing to a song"

Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack,
Get your street knowledge, every posse know that, come
Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack,
The only way to deal racism if you're black

Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack,
Get your street knowledge, every posse know that, again
Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack,
The only way to deal with if you're black

Peace and to DJ Scott Larock he's in here still man