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of (mood)}
Yo, move recite
Rappers write scripts for
rap about the facts, till they attack the catch
Handcuff the shackel, up get tackled
The featers of your leaders heaters on their apple
quiet, be silent the sphere no weak vibe
We defy, a new in it root, for street
Got to stop it, and for guns, wars and wackers
prophet's in their pockets
And lock it till I

{dante & main (of mood)}
Mf: they stoled knots, spots, trapped in the road block
Dt: we globetrot, we roll pop, running old cops
Mf: the whole shots, cold plots, babylon's pot
Dt: loan glocks, cold shots, set off we sold rocks

flow (of mood)}
We dealing with and cases
over parking spaces
Evil hearts are races, or dark places
Brutality on mark faces, car
Incarceration, unite so we can the nation

You got the right to remain silent and at the time
You got the to remain violent and aim nines
got no love for, just slugs for you
Who want it? I back like a rat when he cornered
me at the light, windows tinted, 35 percent
Breakin ya neck, to see in it
What is my intent? to live, without the nonsense
You to give

{tiye
Yo yo, the spokesqueen, number one phonenix
The venus demalo
then tae bo, every man, woman and child know
We force against the shooters of diallo
And now there sure to like luther at the apollo
For amistad to amadou, attacked in these
The term cop stands for cappin our peeps
They shot a 40 round, are got slaughtered down
We push thru the border now, jahad hold it down

brewn' (of the juggaknots)}
You wanna be a accident, the beast was barkin
You wanna know how many to rob a new yorker?
And the attrocity,
Millimeters from the set the glock
With a ferocity, as it's inbread
While I innocent, but stressing it
You that it was decolit,
It could of been an isolated
Nothing was found, no feelings I fight bad guys
Strutting around like christ huttin the site

{talib
This out to mc's who used to rock in washington square park
Now guiliani got it after dark, so he mastered the art
Of livin the death, is a, nuff of a battle
To the police,
And have to rise the trap of the barrel
My people spill blood in the
I'm never from beast
Can I get a response from all the revolutionaries in piece?
(yeah!!)
What up, 'cause of the way we think they want to us
They think time will break us, but won't break us

I rock a vest even I take shots to the balls
The type that write the word police on a car
I resent you, gettin off easy if they you
I end you, hope they use your own gun you
all mental, my man died in the streets
I'm pouring out liquor, until there's nuthin to
That's how many cats died, slaid by the
That night, 5-0 caught in the streets

*scratching by el p & mr. len of company

Petrofied little venomist, school yard
From world of redneck garbage
Community bitch out, seekin power
Confiscate from miniscule shit
And sexual activity style,
Need of location standing
Spliff of the semi-retarted, or pro
violence and compasive lying
Package dukes that has a lunchbox a glock
And ku klux decoder
Who sing to the tune of a man dying

{jah-born (of green)}
seen the front page? another black man slayed
By the beast hit with a rain, or 4 glocks got
Hey giuliani, was 41 shots
Now my people's got to worry, bout the cops that be me
all I see is just us
Gettin locked and bust, without a word discussed
Nypd, be nypig
I deal with the swine, don't want swine dealin with me

{what? }
These happy motherfuckers legally ready to blaze
With raised triggas and cocked back plans to fake figgas
Who black and innocent, fuck it get militant
Run up in the precint, strapped gats
With full clips loaded, aimed at heads
Stay in the feds, double 20 plus one round to red
Revenge, we must return to my brother, we coming
The first sister holdin the

forte}
El capitano keep my high
I run from new york 'cause I'm
The fact I'm in it, half street, half
I memorize my stash number, the number
Ya pig stinch, plus badge number
Ya precinct, and the lad you served under
I'm probaly grinding drugs, come hittin the kitchen
A black man in a pretty car fit the description
You gettin informed
You racist fuck, I was in it

{mr.
I seen it happen before, and it happen again
You on a block mine on your own and you let by your friends
'cause they ain't down to scrap, just wanna ride in benz
But when the is on the beat, that's when the party begins
a karate picture, the way the mop the floor with ya
All caught up in the heat, not a can stitch you
Nobody with you, 'cause you really ain't bout it
Now there's fear in your heart, and there's blood in mouth
It's something we never seen before
It's like we dreamed it all
Live or die, or, my blood is what they fiending for
My people's for the justice we deserve
Set 41 back, we leaving 22 in the

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