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

Verse
(Nah) Why do get nervous, when them sirens surface?
cause they'll stomp a nigga out on purpose
Homie fit a description
You know the one that fit the dark you in
Got any weapons? Where the nigga?
In other words, a reminder we niggas
Check my record.. the clean
up on the southside where they claim them streets mean
But every weapon drawn on me, been by those badges
Imagine.. what that do to a teenage
Or the niggas in my hood look just like me
Just showing off my new of all blue 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
sit back, shut the fuck up and be cool
And if you don't, well, dude
Orange suit, bottoms, that's the dress code
In that 6, ducee, in the drop that O
prisons shopping niggas on the low
Line'em up and knock'em over just like some
is that lil nigga had no where to go
Just headed down the road of the he know

Black man a fresh cut
Pants sagging, see you messed up
Dress got the nigga coming out'cha
spoke one word, but they know all about'cha
This life got all of rules
Sometimes they let a nigga by if he kind of
smile and put on the best show
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 snatching'em, shit got worse then
The lil homie, just out of school
Got a pregnant, started flashing his tool
Slung a lil dope and I asked why
He said... cuz that's nigga do
How can you excel, when ya only hope is
When treat you like a loser you can only expect to fail
Gotta read between the lines, you living in the hell
If they hide it from ya eyes then learn to braille
Hidden Colors, this don't love us
Black woman's only hope show yo ass in covers
King Magazine, I thought he had a
Woke up and saw Trayvon's scene
Shit, look what doing to Obama
into office just so he can drop bombs brah
Protect Monsanto, some civil rights
He ain't in control yall, why you see the light?
Black man's plight, black man's
Black men bred to fight, so black men
Truth is we got no to go
Just headed down the of the life we know

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

Three: (Spoken Word)
and Gentleman,
Welcome to America's wasteland, local neighborhood ghetto
the grind is so deep, we can't seem to let go
Surrounded by pimps, playas, hustlas and
Where things are as 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 time to
Got we gotta provide for, keep ya eyes open for 5-0
Cuz they don't give a fuck, they toss the drugs in ya back seat to that quota
And the ones outside of the ghetto hear about the drama but they wanna know though
So we find stuck in a cycle,
And when you try to rise above it all friends become rivals..

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