[intro sample vocals from "American Pimp"]
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So much shit goes on it makes me doubt about a God -- you know, makes me ask
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well if there is a God then why am I in the situation that I'm in?
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Or why is my family going through certain situations
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when I don't think that they deserve it nah mean?
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Or why do good people suffer so much and bad people prosper so much?
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[sample fades out as instrumental comes in]
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[lighter sparking]
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Yo
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Goin out...we light this J up right here...for all the hard working folk
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cross this country, cross the world
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For everybody on the grind everyday 9 to 5, 8 to 12 -- you know how we do it
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Hand to hand, whateva...
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Yo, yo..
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[Chorus - singing]
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I been working all my life but ain't got nothin' to show
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I ain't tellin' you nothing you don't already know
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I been working all my life but ain't got nothin' to show
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Like this world just don't want us to groooow
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I been working all my life but ain't got nothin' to show
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I ain't tellin' you nothing you don't already know
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I been working all my life but ain't got nothin' to show
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Wanna run up in tha white house and kick in tha do' ohhhhh
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[Verse 1]
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What a nigga gonna eat when the refrigerator empty?
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Work all week let the bossman pimp me?
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Can't pay no rent till the 15th
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Landlord call the police to evict me
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Lookin for a job in the want ads
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Have you ever been to jail? Know they gone ask
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Ever took a piss test that you didn't pass?
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In between jobs in the past? How you get cash?
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I done worked over hot ass stoves
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I done picked up trash off roads
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Winter time in the streets and the cold
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Many times had to sleep in my clothes on the flo'
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What you know bout bein' po' seein' most of yo kinfolk be on dope?
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Ain't nobody in the hood got no hope in this fucked up system and that's why we don't vote
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Still payin niggaz 4.25 - How the fuck we supposed to survive?
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I'm close to the edge, government takin most of my bread
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taxes might as well have a toast to my head
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Make a nigga wanna wild out
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runup in the white house with the gauge out, CLICK CLACK!
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GIMME MY SHIT BACK BEEYOTCH!
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[Chorus]
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Puttin' on my uniform, just a number on a W-4 form..
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[Verse 2]
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See where I'm from it's a few ways out
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either rappin or sports either dope or the casket
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You can work to the bone but I say ya please don't put all yo eggs in one basket
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We don't never get a piece of the pie
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Work 50 years, retire then die
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Stay po', rich folks is the criminal
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but you don't wanna hear me tho' so
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thank God it's friday, ain't it what we live fo'?
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Nigga gotta get up out the plantation
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Same job that my pop had before me
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Imma pass it down to my seed fucked up situation
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Make a nigga wanna wild out
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runup in the white house with the gauge out, CLICK CLACK!
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GIMME MY SHIT BACK BEEYOTCH!
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[Chorus]
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My J-O-Beeee
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is just like a plantation
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they owe meeee
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but got me fillin' out this application
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My J-O-Beeee
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is just like a plantation
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they owe meeee
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and got me fillin' out this application
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[song fades]
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http://wms.e-tv.de/ondemand/e-tv/ondemand/tvtotal/2005/03/14/0694-00-05-wm_midband.wmv
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W-4
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Dead Prez |