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[ VERSE 1 ]
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Shit is gettin hectic now, can you feel it?
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Los Angeles done got so scandalous
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It might be a nice visit
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But you wouldn't wanna live here
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Cause some be so hungry
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They at each other's throat, just for a c-note
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And wouldn't give a fuck if it was just a buck
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Because the value of life is at rock bottom
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And now I'm seein brothers fall like it was autumn
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Caught him lax, end up maxin in a trunk dead
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With a slug in his head, and he stink like a skunk
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Now that's a goddamn shame
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When life don't mean a thing
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And brothers'd rather bang
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And go out backwards, and catch a bullet for they set
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Doin life, and ain't even 18 yet
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And it's never too late to retaliate
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Black-on-black crime, it equals our time
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In the land of opportunity, which is ironic
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Brothers can't find a job, so they sell the chronic
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And get you hooked on it like phonics
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That's '92 black economics
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Or go army, and be all you can never be
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In the 'home of the brave', land of the never-free
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Asiatic black man and woman, I'm curious
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Shit, it ain't never that serious
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Cause that's worldwide genocide
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I can't count the amount of black men that died
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(1, 2, 3...)
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Every since I was a juvenile
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Damn, another day, another funeral
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It's just a few good men
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(1-2-3)
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(I'm gon'...)
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(...See what these black men are all about)
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It's just a few good men
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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Seems like it's just a few good men left
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I know I can find me one, but hold your breath
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Cause most niggas is scared of a revolution
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And they may as well be douchin
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Cause if you ain't part of the solution
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Sweetheart, you're part of the problem
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So I've come a long-ass way
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Baby, and maybe the homegirl don't play
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But that's more than I can say for the opposite sex
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That's wearin these X hats
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And won't even bust a grape for the cause
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Just flappin they jaws
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Mr. Too Black Too Strong
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Nigga, you got it all wrong
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If you think the war ain't on
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So who's down to put the work in?
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Wave your hands, we just need a few good men
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(1-2-3)
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(Do you wanna see...)
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(...What these black men are all about)
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Just a few good men
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(Do you wanna see...)
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(...What these black men are all about)
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[ VERSE 3 ]
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So Yo-Yo wanna know what you stand fo'
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Money, fame, or game, or some hoe
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Everything but the right thing
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(Goddamn)
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That's why you're gettin stretched out like kite string
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In the penitentiary with no hope
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They say the devil is dope
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Over 500'000 is housin in American prisons
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But then, who really listens?
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To the plea of a negro
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It's just: "Yeah, we know, we know..."
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And girl, don't you be no fool, either
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And get to thinkin that you won't be the
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Next Twana, or better yet Latasha
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God bless the child that's gettin wild
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So if you're a real black man, let me hear you shout
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(Whoaw!) And don't punk out
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(1-2-3)
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(I'm gon'...)
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(...See what these black men are all about)
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It's just a few good men
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(1-2-3)
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(1)
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It's just a few good men
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A Few Good Men
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Yo Yo |