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letra de blame it on the system lyrics (ft. gunplay) - turk

hook:
blame it on the system, we came in and we’re losing
black a killer, black man, kill a white man, they’re losing him
blame it on the system, we came in and we’re losing
black a killer, black man, kill a white man, they’re losing him
blame it on the system, we came in and we’re losing
black a killer, black man, kill a white man, they’re losing him

every second, every minute, every hour, every day
they put a n-gg- head behind bars… the kill way
they find you guilty for the charge before you plead the case
yeah, you’re guilty to prove an innocent, them b-tches snakes
real talk, doll, know it ain’t fake
you gotta stay strong, homie don’t break
stay silent, n-gg-, and don’t…
i keep it gangsta like a g, and that’s the only way
i’mma take money, no i never been a snitch
i hadn’t been in time twice, and i do this sh-t again!
they say why do ten? when you can tell on a friend
then put you out there so a n-gg- cut through your head!
it’s a third world, ….spin
you can’t do nothing about, but try to live it
we’ve been losing them battles, them people still winning
it strikes it out like a d-mn, man!

f-ck the state jury judge and the victim!
all they love to see is me convicted, but i’m mafia connected
he reck it, -ssault made this… suggested
i’m already won ever battle tested
…you want it, i will send another message
the system can’t call me and the feds can’t catch us!
these hoes can’t break me and these haters can’t stress us
folks can’t get any murder to these weapons
they’re trying to give me life, they ain’t trying to give me justice!
bang-bang with the devil, no discussions
we’re running from the fusses, they’re jumping on, who does it
n-gg-s run back on the block like…
could never stop the hustle or the bullet out this muscle
pistol grip.. knocking pieces out your puzzle
pointed out the child, you must wanna die
you gonna get the business, won’t you stop a foot outside?

i called a charge and the judge try to suck to me
trying to get me thirty years for the steal, but he couldn’t!
he gave me the max, and they send me the max
twenty three in one, what you know about that?
it’s hard when you’re black, you don’t stand a chance
sentence you to death if you kill a white man!
in inside man, we’re never right, man
go to trial, hit your life, shoot your dice, man!
to the police we’re a perfect target
their main goal is trying to take us out the f-cking market!
main ghetto convict, now you’re starving
can’t get a job picking cotton cause of your charges
ain’t nothing changed cause you rock
you’re out your d-mn frame if you think corruption stop
it still the same, baby you should never stop
you can blame it on the system, don’t blame it on hip hop!

- turk

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