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[verse]
can’t let the system bully me
not feeling secure can’t even get myself a bit of job security
purity
they don’t want my niggas in the city
but we built the town, oh wait now thats a pity
the nitty gritty only truly nitty gritty cause they made it that
hot boxing niggas in
lock niggas in they neighborhoods then the p-ss out fitted caps
then pump the drugs into the streets neighborhoods turn into prison traps
guilty raps
i can’t even lie because i’m not livin that
stepping back looking at the situations like it’s more than rap
put the boom in bap
told the music game to talk on that
clapping back
time to flip the script like a flapjack
rat trap
test rats they pump us all full crack
klick klack
this government’s knick knacks gon kickback
klick klack, klick klack, klick klack
spray the whole city i will spray em all
they keep turning up but it’s time to turn their brains on
accept the call
time for the all of the bullshit to fall
spraying everybody got me running outta aerosol
grafitti in my city
young nigga will make the midis blow
look at dumby whitty who will make the whole city go wild
bout to drop a bomb at the studio
never mild
drop work, induce a child, labor
it’s about the paper but it’s really about the message
been talkin real since i was a dirty ghetto kid
how i lived
was some shit all compared to this
it must’ve been rough but at least i was just a kid
now i am a young niggaand now i’m just numb to it
cops come into the neighborhood and take another head
leave another dead
leave the streets all bl–dy red
then they leave bullets in they skulls instead of knowledge
don’t try and help me you’re just gonna leave me fucking dead
blast blast they gonna shoot at my psyche
they wanna take me down, they wanna wesley snipe me
they wanna check another black thats nike
find me, blind me, even sterotype me
but then they’ll k!ll me at the same time hype me
then these other niggas gonna best of all time me
don’t make a martyr
i’m not trying to barter
just want freedoms for my son and my and my daughters
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[chorus]
(i, i shot you down)

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(i, i shot you down)

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(i, i shot you down)

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(i,i shot you… down)

[outro]
ain’t got the strength for the drink
sobriety is hard ya think
if i puff a little maybe i will get some peace
this the too week link
this the too weak link

- whit

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