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up:
Black man with a cut
Pants sagging, see you done up
Dress got the nigga coming out'cha
Ain't spoke one word, but they all about'cha
Top down my hat low
Riding wit nowhere to go
Beat up, working on my latest
(Sirens), go ahead nigga take it

One:
(Nah) Why do get nervous, when them sirens surface?
Probably cause they'll stomp a nigga out on
must've fit a description
You know the one that fit the skin you in
Got any weapons? the weed nigga?
In other words, a reminder that we
Check my record.. the shits
Grew up on the southside where they claim them mean
But every weapon drawn on me, by those with badges
Imagine.. what do to a teenage psyche
Or the niggas in my hood that just like me
showing off my new pair of all blue Nikes
Now I'm gang affiliated, straight A's?, unlikely
Nigga ain't even out of High
And taught me life don't play by my rules
Just sit back, shut the fuck up and be
And if you don't, well, dude
suit, pink bottoms, that's the dress code
In that 6, ducee, in the middle drop O
Private prisons niggas on the low
Line'em up and knock'em over like some dominos
is that lil nigga had no where to go
Just headed down the of the life he know

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

Verse
They only like to scratch the
You left ya block, now you got'em all
On elevators, they clutch they
We started snatching'em, shit got then
The lil homie, just out of school
Got a bitch pregnant, started his tool
Slung a lil dope and I asked why
He said... cuz that's what's do
How can you excel, when ya only is jail?
When treat you like a loser you can only expect to fail
read between the lines, when you living in the hell
If they hide it ya eyes then learn to read braille
Hidden Colors, this don't love us
Black woman's hope show yo ass in them covers
King Magazine, I thought he had a
Woke up and saw Trayvon's murder
Shit, look what doing to Obama
Brought'em into office just so he can bombs brah
Monsanto, snatch some civil rights
He in control yall, why can't 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 down the road of the life we know

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

Verse (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 niggas got a make a living
Ain't no 9 to 5's so I guess its to ride
Got kids we gotta provide for, keep ya open for 5-0
Cuz they don't give a fuck, they toss the in ya back seat to make that quota
And the ones outside of the ghetto hear the drama but they don't wanna know though
So we ourselves stuck in a cycle,
And when you try to rise above it all best become rivals..

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