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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 all about'cha
Top with my hat low
round wit nowhere to go
Beat up, on my latest flow
(Sirens), go ahead take it slow

One:
(Nah) Why do get nervous, when them sirens surface?
Probably they'll stomp a nigga out on purpose
Homie must've fit a
You know the one that fit the dark you in
Got any weapons? Where the nigga?
In other words, a that we niggas
my record.. the shits clean
Grew up on the southside where they claim them streets
But every weapon drawn on me, been by those with
Imagine.. that do to a teenage psyche
Or the in my hood that look just like me
Just off my new pair of all blue Nikes
Now I'm gang affiliated, with A's?, unlikely
Nigga ain't even out of High
And they me life don't 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 shopping niggas on the low
Line'em up and knock'em over just like dominos
Truth is lil nigga had no where to go
Just headed down the road of the he know

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

Two:
They only like to the surface
You ya block, now you got'em all nervous
On elevators, clutch they purses
We started snatching'em, shit got then
The lil homie, dropped out of school
Got a bitch pregnant, started flashing his
Slung a lil dope and I why dude?
He said... cuz what's nigga do
How can you excel, ya only hope is jail?
When treat you like a loser you can only expect to fail
Gotta between the lines, when you living in the hell
If they hide it from ya eyes then learn to braille
Colors, this 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 murder scene
Shit, look what they to Obama
Brought'em into office so he can drop bombs brah
Protect Monsanto, snatch 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 black men
Truth is we got no to go
Just down the road of the life we know

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

Verse (Spoken Word)
and Gentleman,
Welcome to America's wasteland, your local ghetto
Where the grind is so deep, we seem to let go
Surrounded by pimps, playas, hustlas and
Where 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 its time to ride
Got kids we gotta provide for, keep ya eyes for 5-0
Cuz they don't give a fuck, toss the drugs in ya back seat to make that quota
And the ones outside of the ghetto hear about the but they don't 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
Pants sagging, see you done up
Dress code got the nigga coming
Ain't spoke one word, but know all about'cha
This life got all of rules
Sometimes they let a by if he kind of cool
Just and put on the best show
But.. be weary of ya dress