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You really don't understand, do
Hey man, you realize in order for us to make this thing work man
We've got to get rid of the and the pushers and the prostitutes
And start all over again clean?
Hey look, nobody's me anywhere, ok?
I not you, not the cops, nobody man
I mean you get rid of the pushers I'll help you
But don't send your 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 to those who wait
I don't involve wth those who make noise or indulge in
I to God, may Allah make my bars be great
So my job secure in my broad is late
I got no time to slow it and contemplate
Niggas hungry for a change so Obama
Years, safe never, Rayful
it moving, reindeer weather
Crack babies turned sellers, still got nada
That happens you black nigga with no product
Unathletic, sad though when it's no calling
So now you with the strapped that want problems
No problem, and the hood changed in years
And I'm optimistic at times for politics can't erase the
Pro-black is dead, and shit
Whole feel misplaced since the Reagan Era
Che Guevera ??
Hear cries from black moms for
And the cops'll stop now, the is different
See the blocks like mamba, brown omitted
gentrification which ain't gender-specific
All us is niggas, a few of niggas is bitches
Dig it, cigar lit up, Obama got a longer
You ain't gotta get unless that boy sizzle

Yeah, one nation 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
be a race war, niggas on your mark
'Til start

2]
Conspiracy theorists in my
And feel like my shit is somehow different
It be the image of my niggas
And your is ruining my vision, dig that
My president mulatto, a resident of of serato
A penny for your thoughts, my worth a dollar
Get off my fucking Carver
As far as little Bush, I'm more little Rallo
Do you follow or did I you?
Ms. Dash, yeah, she bad, but the broad still
get her, not little
Witherspoon feeder 'til the seats up, get me
on my feet nigga, jiggy
I, commander in chief, nigga,
Exercise of speech, nigga, get me
But just ain't me, nigga, feel me?