| Aww yeah, uhh, uhh
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| Holla if ya hear me, yeah
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| Here we go, turn it up, let’s start
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| From block to block we snatching hearts and jacking marks
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| And the punk police can’t fade me and maybe
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| We can have peace someday, G
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| But right now I got my mind set up
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| Lookin down the barrel of my nine, get up
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| 'Cause it’s time to make the payback fat
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| Tell my brothers on the block-better stay strapped, black
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| And accept no substitutes
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| I bring truth to the youth tear the roof off the whole school
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| Oh no, I won’t turn the other cheek
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| In case ya can’t see us while we burn the other week
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| Now we got a nigga smash, blast
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| How long will it last 'til the po' gettin mo' cash
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| Until then, raise up!
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| Tell my young black males, blaze up!
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| Life’s a mess don’t stress, test
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| I’m givin' but be thankful that you’re livin', blessed
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| Much love to my brothers in the pen'
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| See ya when they free ya if not when they shove me in
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| Once again it’s an all out scrap
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| Keep your hands on ya gat, now ya boys watch ya back
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| 'Cause in the alleys out in Cali I’mma tell ya
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| Mess with the best and the vest couldn’t help ya
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| Scream, if ya feel me; |
| see it clearly?
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| You’re too near me
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| Holler if ya hear me!
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| «Hard»
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| «Tellin' you to hear it»
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| «The rebel»
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| Pump ya fists like this
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| Holla if ya hear me, PUMP PUMP if you’re pissed
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| To the sell-outs, livin' it up
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| One way or another you’ll be givin' it up, huh
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| I guess 'cause I’m black born
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| I’m supposed to say peace, sing songs, and get capped on
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| But it’s time for a new plan, BAM!
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| I’ll be swingin' like a one man, clan
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| Here we go, turn it up, don’t stop
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| To my homies on the block gettin dropped by cops
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| I’m still around for ya
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| Keepin my sound underground for ya
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| And I’ma throw a change up
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| Quayle ain’t do nothing but blow my name up!
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| Now my homies in the backstreets, the blackstreets
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| They feel me when they rollin' in they fat jeeps
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| This ain’t just a rap song, a black song
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| Tellin' all my brothers, get they strap on
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| And look for me in the struggle
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| Hustlin 'til other brothers bubble
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| Holler if ya hear me!
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| «Hard»
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| «Tellin' you to hear it»
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| «The rebel»
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| Will I quit, will I quit?
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| They claim that I’m violent, but still I kick
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| Representin', never give up on a good thing
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| Wouldn’t stop it if we could it’s a hood thing
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| And now I’m like a major threat
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| 'Cause I remind you of the things you were made to forget
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| Bring the noise to all my boys
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| Know the real from the bustas and the decoys
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| And if ya hustle like a real G
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| Pump ya fists if ya feel me, holla if ya hear me
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| Learn to survive in the nine-tre'
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| I make rhyme pay, others make crime pay
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| Whatever it takes to live and stand
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| 'Cause nobody else’ll give a damn
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| So we live like caged beasts
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| Waitin' for the day to let the rage free
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| Still me 'til they kill me
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| I love it when they fear me
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| Holler if ya hear me!
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| «Hard»
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| «Tellin' you to hear it»
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| «The rebel»
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| You’re too near me, to see it clearly
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| Holler if ya hear me!
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| «Hard»
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| «Tellin' you to hear it»
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| «The rebel» |