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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 know all about'cha
Top with my hat low
Riding wit nowhere to go
Beat up, working on my flow
(Sirens), go nigga take it slow

Verse
(Nah) Why do niggas get nervous, when them surface?
cause they'll stomp a nigga out on purpose
Homie fit a description
You know the one fit the dark skin you in
Got any weapons? Where the nigga?
In other words, a reminder that we
Check my record.. the shits
Grew up on the southside where they claim streets mean
But every weapon drawn on me, been by those with
Imagine.. what do to a teenage psyche
Or the niggas in my hood that just like me
Just showing off my new pair of all Nikes
Now I'm affiliated, with straight A's?, unlikely
Nigga even out of High School
And they taught me life play by my rules
Just sit back, shut the up and be cool
And if you don't, well, dude
Orange suit, pink bottoms, the dress code
In that 6, ducee, in the drop that 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 road of the life he

Black man a fresh cut
Pants sagging, see you messed up
Dress code got the nigga coming
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 smile and put on the best
But.. be weary of ya dress

Two:
They only like to scratch the
You left ya block, now you got'em all
On elevators, clutch they purses
We started snatching'em, shit got worse
The lil homie, dropped out of school
Got a bitch pregnant, started flashing his
Slung a lil dope and I asked why
He said... cuz that's nigga do
How can you excel, when ya only is jail?
When they treat you like a loser you can expect to fail
read between the lines, when you living in the hell
If they hide it from ya then learn to read braille
Hidden Colors, life don't love us
Black woman's only hope show yo ass in them
King Magazine, I he had a dream
Woke up and saw Trayvon's murder
Shit, what they doing to Obama
Brought'em into office just so he can drop brah
Protect Monsanto, some civil rights
He in control yall, why can't you see the light?
Black man's plight, black man's
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
Dress got the nigga coming out'cha
Ain't spoke one word, but they know all
This life got all of rules
Sometimes they let a nigga by if he kind of
Just smile and put on the show
But.. be of ya dress code

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

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