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up:
Black man a fresh cut
Pants sagging, see you messed up
Dress code got the nigga out'cha
Ain't spoke one word, but know all about'cha
Top with my hat low
Riding wit nowhere to go
up, working on my latest flow
(Sirens), go ahead nigga it slow

Verse
(Nah) Why do get nervous, when them sirens surface?
Probably they'll stomp a nigga out on purpose
Homie must've fit a
You the one that fit the dark skin you in
Got any weapons? the weed nigga?
In other words, a reminder we niggas
my record.. the shits clean
Grew up on the southside where they them streets mean
But every weapon drawn on me, been by those badges
Imagine.. that do to a teenage psyche
Or the niggas in my hood that look like me
Just showing off my new pair of all Nikes
Now I'm gang affiliated, with A's?, unlikely
ain't even out of High School
And they taught me life don't by my rules
Just sit back, shut the up and be cool
And if you don't, well, peace
Orange suit, pink bottoms, that's the code
In that 6, ducee, in the middle drop O
prisons shopping niggas on the low
Line'em up and knock'em just like some dominos
Truth is that lil nigga had no to go
Just headed down the road of the life he

Black man with a cut
Pants sagging, see you messed up
Dress got the nigga coming out'cha
spoke one word, but they know all about'cha
This got all kind of rules
Sometimes they let a nigga by if he of cool
Just and put on the best show
But.. be weary of ya dress

Two:
They only like to scratch the
You ya block, now you got'em all nervous
On elevators, they clutch purses
We snatching'em, shit got worse then
The lil homie, just out of school
Got a pregnant, started flashing his tool
a lil dope and I asked why dude?
He said... cuz that's what's do
How can you excel, when ya hope is jail?
When they treat you like a loser you can only to fail
read between the lines, when you living in the hell
If hide it from ya eyes then learn to read braille
Hidden Colors, life don't love us
Black woman's only hope yo ass in them covers
King Magazine, I he had a dream
Woke up and saw murder scene
Shit, what they doing to Obama
Brought'em into office just so he can bombs brah
Protect Monsanto, snatch some civil
He ain't in control yall, why you see the light?
Black man's plight, black struggle
Black men bred to fight, so men hustle
is we got no where to go
Just headed down the road of the we know

Black man a fresh cut
Pants sagging, see you done up
code got the nigga coming out'cha
Ain't one word, but they know all about'cha
This life got all of rules
Sometimes they let a nigga by if he kind of
Just smile and put on the best
But.. be of ya dress code

Three: (Spoken Word)
and Gentleman,
Welcome to America's wasteland, your neighborhood ghetto
Where the is so deep, we can't seem to let go
Surrounded by pimps, playas, hustlas and
things are as they seem, a land with no dreams
No hope, no ambition, but still got a make a living
Ain't no 9 to 5's so I its time to ride
Got we gotta provide for, keep ya eyes open for 5-0
Cuz they don't give a fuck, they the drugs in ya back seat to make that quota
And the ones of the ghetto hear about the drama but they don't wanna know though
So we find ourselves in a cycle,
And when you try to rise above it all best become rivals..

Black man with a cut
sagging, see you done messed up
Dress code got the nigga out'cha
Ain't spoke one word, but know all about'cha
This got all kind of rules
Sometimes they let a nigga by if he of cool
Just smile and put on the show
But.. be weary of ya code