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Get street knowledge, every posse know that, come again
Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack,
The only way to deal with racism if 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 just that I heard, "Stay where you are"
I could stop I was hit by a cop car
I laid on the pavement like I was
Then a cop jumped 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 word you niggazs use, ya frontin?"

"Well ya frontin, 'cause why were you down the street?"
At this time I had stood to my and said, "Wait a minute"
And when he did it, he hit me in the face with his gun
I with it so

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

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

I threw down 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 three 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 fire escape to the street
And I started to run you know I couldn't 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 time to stop, no time to man
I'm in too deep with this everyday ghetto
Black men are by their clothes
women are looked at as hoes
So I as one of these niggazs
Can only rely on the sound of a 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 way to deal with racism if you're black

Well I staggered down the street to an old
Called 'The tree of life', yo D it ain't there no
But when it was boy I was
'Cause in the is where they stuck me

When I awoke at the hour
Three black women had me a quick shower
I a while and escaped in a truck
Driven by two guys, Rakim and

"What the fuck" I asked as I laid
"How guys do you drive a day here?"
Chuck said, "Many" said, "Plenty it's an everyday thing
When willing 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 racism if you're black

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 racism if you're black

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