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The only way to with racism if you're black

Well, seven in the I woke up to jog
Rushed out the to inhale the smog
As I ran I began to
Should I produce or should I this summer?

just that second I heard, "Stay where you are"
Before I stop I was hit by a cop car
I on the pavement like I was hurt
Then a redneck cop jumped out with a

He said, "Ah boy, you better watch you run"
As he poked my side the barrel of his shotgun
I said, "Officer man, I do nothin"
He said, "What's word you niggazs use, ya frontin?"

"Well ya frontin, 'cause why were you running the street?"
At this I had stood to my feet and said, "Wait a minute"
And that's when he did it, he hit me in the face his gun
I with it so

On the ground was a of Snapple
I broke the bottle in his fucking apple
As he his partner called for backup, well, I had the shotgun
And began to act up with

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The only way to deal with racism if black

Well I threw down the gun and to run
I got in no time and loaded the nine
First I took two clips and then I two more
I went out the window 'cause by now they right at my door

I took shots and then I laid
They rushed in so I threw a quick grenade
It went like a supernova
Badges, arms, legs, heads, were all over

I jumped out the fire escape down to the
And I started to run you I couldn't feel my feet
I was weak, I to myself "Holy shit"
My shirt had filled with blood I know I got hit but

There's no time to stop, no to explain man
I'm in too deep with this everyday ghetto
men are judged by their clothes
Black are looked at as hoes
So I as one of these niggazs
Can only rely on the of a trigger going

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Get your street knowledge, every know that, come again
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The way to deal with racism if you're black

Well I staggered down the to an old bookstore
Called 'The of life', yo D it ain't there no more
But when it was boy I was
'Cause in the basement is where stuck me

When I awoke at the 14th
Three black women had me a quick shower
I stayed a and escaped in a truck
Driven by two guys, Rakim and

"What the fuck" I asked as I there
"How many guys do you a day here?"
Chuck said, "Many" Rakim said, "Plenty it's an thing
When you're willing to a song"

Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack,
Get street knowledge, every posse know that, come again
Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack,
The way to deal with racism if you're black

Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack,
Get your street knowledge, posse know that, come again
Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack,
The way to deal with racism if you're black

Peace and love to DJ Scott Larock he's in here man