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Ey, ey, check it out
Man, you need to get up out of this man
And get a job man you get smoked man
I know you don't hear it man
But, man, wait, hold up loc you've got man
my guns?

When I'm ridin' on the street I hear gunshots, shots
Swear crack niggas 'cause they're moms missed
So black man care about politics
In the ninety's, our so slick

I watch CNN sometimes and I
They're playin' tricks on my
They want a man to work with his
Too young to die, and they don't give a

Rare-momma got down on her
But not no more, god damn it, I make
I'm on the and I'ma show and prove
You cry to my political groove

Rest in peace, brothers underneath
I love you to death while my beat's a reef
In the middle of the night on the streets
The thing we got left is the beat

All we got is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, huh, it to me
All we got is the beat, the beat, yo
All we got is the beat, uh

Who guns into the USA?
And then makes sure that come around the way
Gain the points until the whole race
And teach up my that she should call up the cops

The projects are hell, wait a,
nothin' we do but ride on top of an elevator
Say the clubs, I get a job
Mouth to feed, somebody's gettin'

I ain't worked, but I ain't workin' for
You ever seen a man-shelter? out the bombs
Brother of pain, their lives are over
They spent every dime not to be sober

And all the ladies got of clothes
They'll be your long momma, one never knows
The are like a nightmare
the presidents secretary is chillin' in his leather chair

All we got is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got is the beat, give it to me
All we got is the beat, the beat, yo
All we got is the beat, uh

Lemon to a lime, lime to a
When you need a toga-black, black linen
Your ripper's man applause he can't get a job
He gets up all of his family and feels like a

The black women don't
'Cause they realize what it is to be a black man
In the mornin' a brother like a jerk
Seein' black and white men go to work

So all women fear, the brothers ain't
'Cause won't give us no jobs, that's the real deal
Hold my hand while I get it all
They deserve me at times of bad weather

'Cause I'ma it out the concrete walls
And there's another way besides
Let me go, let me do I do
I'm red, black and green, then red, and blue

All we got is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got is the beat, give it to me
All we got is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh, it to me

Ridin' in the you can feel the city heat
A little bit of and a whole lot of concrete
Creepin' I'm on the corner
And you can get if you wanna

Paybacks a mother on the
You're seein' gold teeth, ya hearin' beats
Brothers ride by real
You get when they got tinted windows

on the steps with a blunt
I'm drinkin' valentine, I wasn't up front
My Ellie always talked about God
Tell me you cried 'cause it's so hard
Government got a of a plan
But word is they ain't destroyin' this black man

All we got is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got is the beat, give it to me
All we got is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got is the beat, uh, give it to me

All we got is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got is the beat, huh, give it to me
All we got is the beat, the beat, yo
All we got is the beat, uh, give it to me

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