Kunci: Bb major•
Verse 1
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(Prodigy talking)
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Yeah, that's right, of course
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uh,
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uh
Verse 2
Field Marshal P
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Soldier you step inside my room salute
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(salute) at attention,
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When P say something it's
the truth
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The Universe is my wit
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ness (uh huh)
It's all what these demon
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It's all our leaders that got hit
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It's all the shooters that
Hit our leaders too
Verse 3
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on the streets I'ma King
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Push it to the maximum when
I do my thang
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My words will shock you
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My songs will scare you
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You fit to die real soon,
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let me pre pare you
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For that rectangle box, you deserve to die
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You dirty lil fuck you ungrateful,
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I'll have my nigga Un take care of you
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Or my nigga Fox, you just light work
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Real simple i'll pick up the pistol and
Hit up your temple
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De molish your rental, you cheap fuck
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Bury 'em in his cheap suit
you're not a revolutionary
You're a punk
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You're not a rebel soldier just
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I'ma insurgent, I put work
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In, check my card, listen to my verses
Interlude 1
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Verse 4
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in the rap world I'ma god
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I only hear the facts I'm
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I only spit the rap, if the shit's real
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I only lie to the police on the real
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New York Pricks and Dicks
(NYPD) know the deal
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They wanna do the kid like
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Fuck that, it be a racist cop buried there
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With the bagpipe music, I'll burn another L
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To amazing grace, what a perfect song
Was blind but now you see us
It's not a game at all
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Y'all some slimy snakes
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The government and military all corrupt
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I ain't on that shade the world shit
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I'ma share my ex periences
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Been through hell and back
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Now I'm right back in hell
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Yeah, but in the meanwhile
Interlude 2
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Verse 5
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Cops said a nigga tried to get you a charge
'cause they might plan
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But yet the god just talking
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They gave 'em 42 months he
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Got bagged with that grip
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Word is bond, I was just right there
I've seen the judge's face,
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I preached to nigga "fuck jakes"
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The Hip- Hop could suck my dick
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Down right they trying to hate on us
Big Joe was in the Garden the
Night of Sean Bell death
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Had plans to kill a nigga
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The minute Sean Bell left
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Trying to slant the victim's
characters
For wrong you done
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Niggas scared to hang around me
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Like "what's wrong with Un?"
But fuck 'em,
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nigga down to take bul lets
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And we don't get mad we get even
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Before you violate my rights
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Shit is candid in the car
Outro 1
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