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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I took shots and then I laid
They rushed in shooting so I threw a grenade
It went boom like a
Badges, arms, legs, heads, were all over

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

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

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 with racism if you're black

Well I staggered down the to an old bookstore
Called 'The tree of life', yo D it there no more
But it was boy I was lucky
in the basement is where they stuck me

When I at the 14th hour
Three black women had 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 do you drive a day here?"
said, "Many" Rakim said, "Plenty it's an everyday thing
When you're to sing a song"

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

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 love to DJ Scott he's in here still man