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

One:
(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 skin you in
Got any weapons? Where the weed
In other words, a reminder that we
my record.. the shits clean
Grew up on the southside where claim them streets mean
But every drawn on me, been by those with badges
Imagine.. what do to a teenage psyche
Or the niggas in my hood look just like me
Just showing off my new pair of all Nikes
Now I'm gang affiliated, straight A's?, unlikely
Nigga even out of High School
And taught me life don't play by my rules
Just sit back, shut the up and be cool
And if you don't, well, dude
suit, pink bottoms, that's the dress code
In that 6, ducee, in the middle drop 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 done up
code got the nigga coming out'cha
Ain't spoke one word, but they know all
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

Verse
only like to scratch 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, just out of school
Got a bitch pregnant, started flashing his
Slung a lil and I asked why dude?
He said... cuz what's nigga do
How can you excel, when ya hope is jail?
When they you like a loser you can only expect to fail
Gotta between the lines, when you living in the hell
If they hide it ya eyes then learn to read braille
Hidden Colors, this life love us
Black woman's hope show yo ass in them covers
King Magazine, I thought he had a
Woke up and saw murder scene
Shit, what they doing to Obama
Brought'em into just so he can drop bombs brah
Monsanto, snatch some civil rights
He in control yall, why can't you see the light?
man's plight, black man's struggle
Black men to fight, so black men hustle
is we got no where to go
Just headed down the of the life we know

Black man with a cut
sagging, see you done messed up
Dress code got the coming 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 kind of
Just and put on the best show
But.. be weary of ya code

Three: (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, hustlas and
Where things are as they seem, a land with no
No hope, no ambition, but still 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 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 but they don't wanna know though
So we find ourselves in a cycle,
And you try to rise above it all best friends become rivals..

Black man a fresh cut
sagging, see you done messed up
Dress code got the nigga 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 code