Bo Bo Bo Clack Clack Clack Clack Clack
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Get your street knowledge every posse know that come again
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Bo Bo Bo Clack Clack Clack Clack Clack
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The only way to deal with racism if you're black
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Well, seven in the morning I woke up to jog
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Rushed out the door to inhale the smog
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As I ran, I began to wonder
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Should I produce or should I tour this summer
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Well just that second I heard stay where you are
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Before I could stop I was hit by a cop car
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I laid on the pavement like I was hurt
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Then a redneck cop jumped out with a smirk
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He said, ah boy you better watch where you run
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as he poked my side with the barrel of his shotgun
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I said Officer man I ain't do nothin
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He said what's that word you n----s use, ya frontin?
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Well ya frontin, so why were you running down the street?
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At this time I had stood to my feet and said Wait a minute
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And that's when he did it, he hit me in the face with his gun I wasn't
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with it so
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On the ground was a bottle of Snapple, I broke the bottle in his fucking
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Adam's apple
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As he fell his partner called for backup well, I had the shotgun and
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began to act up with that
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(Chorus)
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Well I threw down the gun and began to run
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I got back in no time and loaded the nine
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First I took two clips and then I took two more
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I was out the window cause by now they were right at my door
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I took three shots and then I laid
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They rushed in shooting so I threw a quick grenade
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It went boom like a supernova
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Badges arms heads legs cops were all over
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I jumped out the fire escape down to the street and I started to run you
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know I couldn't feel my feet, I was weak, I said to myself Holy shit!
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My shirt had filled with blood I didn't know I got hit but there's no
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time to stop no time to explain man I'm in too deep with this everyday
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ghetto pain
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Black men are judged by their clothes
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Black women are looked at as hoes
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So I as one of these uppity n----s
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Can only rely on the sound of a trigga going
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(Chorus)
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Well I staggered down the street to an old bookstore
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Called the Tree of Life (Yo D it ain't there no more)
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But when it was boy I was lucky
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Cause in the basement is where they stuck me
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When I awoke at the 14th hour
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Three black women had gave me a quick shower
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I stayed a while and escaped in a truck
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Driven by two guys, Rakim and Chuck
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What the fuck I asked as I laid there How many guys do you drive a day
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there? Chuck said many, Rakim said plenty it's an everyday thing when
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you're willing to sing a song...
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(Chorus)
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Peace and love to DJ Scott LaRock he's in there still!
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Bo! Bo! Bo!
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