| «You heard about what’s going on in here?»
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| «Heard a lotta bullshit cocked, I know that much.»
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| «This isn’t bullshit, my friend.»
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| «Do you know something?»
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| «Don't listen.»
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| «What do you know?»
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| «Maybe I do and maybe I don’t. |
| What I say is that they ain’t got no business
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| negotiating. |
| We gonna be going back in they’re with a bullet for everybody in
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| the yard.»
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| «Is that right?»
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| «We do it now, we do it later, later it can be new use. |
| Am I right Al?»
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| «Well, wait, wait, wait minute Frank. |
| We gotta a lotta angry guys in.
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| They’re black muslims, Panther’s, Young Lord. |
| Besides you average anti-social.
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| «So we gotta go in right, clean their clocks.»
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| '94 revolution
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| I hit the loose juice and pulls up in the deuce
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| He gives me the scoop about the fake ass truce
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| And how niggas out there wanna play
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| I take another hit of the wet and then I blast away
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| (How far, playa?)
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| Far enough to go off the edge
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| I push another nigga off the ledge
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| So I stumble as I slide to the Chevy
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| Yeah, my eyes kinda teary and gun kinda heavy
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| I’m a walking dead man is what they call me when I’m comin'
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| Got the big S on my chest, so I’m kinda gunnin'
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| High powered on my way to the West Side
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| To check upon on some chickens
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| It’s a hell of a drive, so drive on
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| As I hit my dodo stick to the break of dawn
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| Crime fighting’s what I do and niggas in my crew
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| Don’t take lightly to you bustas and so we say, «Fuck you»
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| Then buck you, tuck you in for the night
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| As you think about the paper at the funeral site
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| So when I’m hangin' with the clique, and we in demand
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| I feel good that the city of angels call me black superman
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| Now everybody sing
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| Black superman
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| Now everybody know
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| Black superman
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| «Yo this Hutch, I ain’t in right now
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| But uh, leave a message at the beep
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| You know I’m out flossin' and tossin', dippin' and trippin'
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| You know what I’m sayin'?»
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| «Aye Hutch man uh, they just leavin' yo mama’s house, um, I don’t know what
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| they got but, um man, they lookin' for us, man
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| Call me over at Peach’s house.»
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| Now it was once said by an ol' loc G
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| Always tryna come up, yeah, and that’s a G
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| Uh, cause when I bomb it’s like a curse
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| Cause see, once in a lifetime everybody did some dirt
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| I guess it got to me the same
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| So at the age of 15, I entered the dope game
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| I had my game locked up tight
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| In the day I went to school, but I clocked all night
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| And when I went to class I always felt asleep
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| But I was out like a motherfucker, if somebody beeped
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| My teacher said, «Boy, can’t it wait?»
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| I said, «No, I got to put some mo' icing on my cake.»
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| I think I saved about 50 G’s
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| I bought a truck, a house, and a Coupé on D’s
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| Mom is trippin but she really don’t know
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| All I’m thinkin' is she ain’t on the county no mo'
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| Before my mama fucked with the county again
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| I’d rather take the risk of doin' 5 to 10
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| I’m not takin' them checks, I’m straight makin' them checks
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| So now we deserve to get what we wanna get
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| I got my mama up outta there
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| Because y’all motherfuckers just don’t care
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| Uh, you really wanna know why I sold scum
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| Because my mama to me comes number one
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| Now you sucker motherfuckers don’t understand
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| But to my mama, I’m her real Black Superman
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| Now everybody know
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| Black superman
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| Now everybody sing
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| Black superman |