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Mr. Shakur, can you please explain the
Behind violent lyrics?
the meaning?
The these niggaz talkin' 'bout?

Police, freeze!
Can't get off
I freeze! You miserable black son of a bitch
What, on, come on

My attitude is shittym my message to the censorship
Who's the biggest gang of in the city?
The or the cops?
The courts or the crooks, don't look so confused, take a closer

Niggaz get they neck broke daily, tryin' to jail free
What the fuck does Quayle know of young black
Please me, message to the censorship committee
the biggest gang of niggaz in the city?

Huh, I pack a nine millimeter 'cause I got 'em hotter
Than the 4th of July, if I gotta die, I
told me, "Don't let 'em fade me
Nigga don't let 'em make you crazy", game is she gave me

Gotta watch your back, strapped, real niggaz
If you get your ass taxed, a gat back
That's not the way we made it, that's the way it is
rocks, in front of niggaz kids

I up, my message to the censorship committee
Who's the biggest gang of in the city?
Cops pull me over, check my plates, but I'm
You get me, figure, "Fuck with a niggaz people"

They got me trapped, gat with the hammer back
on my back, just cause I'm black, snap
Now I'm Message to the censorship committee
the biggest gang of niggaz in the city?

All you punk police will never find
On the streets the niggaz get a piece, fuck 'em
They kill you to control ya, pay top for your soul
niggaz don't fold, straight souljah

Can't find peace on the
the niggaz get a piece, fuck police, hear them screamin'
Fuck 'em, find peace on the streets
'Til the niggaz get a piece, fuck police, hear them

Fuck 'em, can't peace on the streets
'Til the get a piece, fuck police, screamin'
'em, can't find peace on the streets
'Til the get a piece, fuck police, screamin'

Fuck 'em, can't find peace on the
the niggaz get a piece, fuck police
Fuck 'em, find peace on the streets
'Til the niggaz get a piece, police
Fuck 'em, find peace on the streets
the niggaz get a piece, fuck police

The niggaz fuck 'em
Motherfuckin' police
Thinkin' they run the streets
mo' niggaz than it's police

Think, one nigga, two niggaz
Teach three niggaz, teach fo'
mo' niggaz and we could run this shit
I ya

They finally pulled me over and I
Remember Rodney and I blast on his punk ass

They finally pulled me and I laughed
Remember Rodney and I blast on his punk ass

They pulled me over and I laughed
Remember Rodney King and I blast on his ass
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