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letra de them people - hassan haze

nothing changes i’m still black like oil stains that leak from chevrolets watch your back little homie i know you wanna get paid but feds are watchin like grandma through shades plotting to keep you under like the lockness monster no fun when you handcuff and washed up cause white cuz wanna fight like fight club turned what you done and did to nothing think im bluffin how you think n-ggas get buff with spider legs s on they chest like they superman run in your crib and put two in your rib then blame it on heroin i blame it on reagan he dumped the cane ask the cia they full of c&h you know the thang that come from cane seen them do it from my project windows they serve my kinfolk we smoke like broke stoves

the government i don’t trust’em they had a n-gga slavin’ through crack in the hood now we base in brain washed police throw me on pavement put me in cages
the government i don’t trust’em they had a n-gga slavin’ through crack in the hood now we base in brain washed police throw me on pavement put me in cages

nothin’ changes sing your song but watch what you saying the bullsh-ts played on every radio station they won’t play haze the male harriet tubmen they’ll lose all their slaves bootys great but the child that fragile to intake retains everything he intakes mistakes are made but don’t blame the child on trial for spraying the crowd with an ak these kids are crazy they follow a system that bread’em this way give it up or i’ll take it the naked truth the youth the future the troops signed for school now look what their doin’ the rumor at the water cooler is they don’t know what the f-ck their doing america view the suit you should view the front line in combat boots to hear the d-mn truth bout

see i wrote this rap for the confederate flag good ole boys dissing blacks when they wave it around this ain’t the dukes of hazard b-st-rd sick of being laughed at threaten and prosecuted passing these wack laws like three strikes your goneif i robbed a poor person then i dead wrong you m-th-f-cka rob poor people all day long and try to stick me in a line up like which one i’ll probably be murdered they say hood blues had gun i’ll take ten out before they know where it came from the b-tter and cheese you gave me was rotten i know you hate blacks one word compton you want us extinct we rather push maybachs and minks we kings and queens young peeps we wake up from the slums face the hood police and the drugs you want me to vote but i have no choice in ya

government i don’t trust’em they had a n-gga slavin’ through crack in the hood now we base in brain washed police throw me on pavement put me in cages
the government i don’t trust’em they had a n-gga slavin’ through crack in the hood now we base in brain washed police throw me on pavement put me in cages
the government

- hassan haze

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