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You don't understand, do you?
Hey man, don't you realize in order for us to make thing work man
We've got to get rid of the pimps and the and the prostitutes
And then all over again clean?
Hey look, pushing me anywhere, ok?
I mean not you, not the cops, man
I mean you wanna get rid of the pushers I'll you
But send your people left to me
Oh come on
Can't you see that we can't get rid of one without getting rid of the
We gotta come down on both of them at the same
In for this whole thing to work for the people

1]
Good things to those who
I don't wth those who make noise or indulge in hate
I pray to God, may Allah my bars be great
So my job secure in case my broad is
I got no time to slow it down and
Niggas hungry for a so Obama eight
Years, safe here never,
Kept it moving, reindeer
Crack babies turned sellers, still got nada
That happens when you black with no product
Unathletic, it's sad though it's no calling
So now you with the strapped that want problems
No problem, and the hood ain't in years
And I'm optimistic at times for politics can't erase the
is dead, self-loathing and shit
Whole race feel misplaced since the Era
Che Guevera ??
Hear from black moms for convisary
And the cops'll stop now, the is different
See the blocks like black mamba, omitted
Little which ain't gender-specific
All us niggas is niggas, a few of niggas is
Dig it, cigar lit up, Obama got a tenure
You ain't get involved unless that boy sizzle

Yeah, one under God
Politics about the guap, I hate to break heart
Just play my
Stay low, to God
For all the hate shown, it made it to watch
Could be a race war, on your mark
somebody start

2]
Conspiracy in my lyrics
And feel like my shit is different albeit
It could be the image of my
And your perception is ruining my vision, dig
My president mulatto, a resident of of serato
A penny for your thoughts, my retorts worth a
Get off my fucking George
As far as little Bush, I'm thinking more Rallo
Do you follow or did I lose
Ms. Dash, yeah, she bad, but the still clueless
get her, not little
Witherspoon feeder 'til the fill up, get me
on my feet nigga, jiggy
I, in chief, nigga, Bentley
of free speech, nigga, get me
But politics ain't me, nigga, feel me?