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We - we are the ones
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We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go get yo' guns
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We - we came to fight
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It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite
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[Boots]
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Once upon a time when crack was gold
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And hip-hop was not yet platinum sold
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I scoured the streets for stacks to fold
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My mood, like my hair, was relaxed and blowed
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I hated police and my teachers were beasts
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My heat in the trunk of the classic Caprice
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The one university, I knew was yale
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So I cooked it, bagged it, put it on sale
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Now philosophically you'd be opposed
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to one inhaling coke via mouth or the nose
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But economically I would propose
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that you go eat a dick as employment had froze
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And I felt like an abandoned child
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Left to fend for myself in the wild
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While every courtroom, judge and gavel
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were there to bury me under the gravel
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Or at the bottom of the finest malt ale
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Observe; you'll find without fail
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That in every neighborhood and penitentiary
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There exists many others who are similar to me and
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[Boots]
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In later years, I lost some peers
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Who mixed burners with Belvedere
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And took shots from gung-ho cashiers
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The world was cold yet hell was near
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So I saved for a kilo
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And my stack got a little bit taller like skee-Lo
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A street C-E-O
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There was all of this heroin and not one hero
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The intensity was fortified
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As I clenched five digits on the 45
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belly-down at the retail store I would detail more
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But I don't wish this action to be glorified
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If there was a plan I was eager to listen
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To not sleep in the park in the fetal position
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Having to wipe off canine fecal emissions,
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Otherwise I'd survive without legal permission
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It's unequal division and then we go to prison, which is a lethal decision
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All I wanted was the Regal to glisten
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And my kids would have meat in the kitchen
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I am complete ammunition
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It's a given once the people are driven that
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(Check it out now)
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[Interlude - repeat 8X]
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Get your work up! Get your work up!
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[Boots]
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We are born from the mildew, the rust, the heathenous lust
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The dreams in the dust, the evidence flushed
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The grieving is just, they're thieving from us
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Insulted and cussed, this evening we bust
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Our pay is unstable and under the table
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We like free speech but we love free cable
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We're taught from the cradle the Bill Gates fable
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Which leads to high speeds in Buick LeSables
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We have no excuses just great alibis
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And poker faces you can't analyze
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Our politicians sell soul and our cries
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With blood on their hands they can't sanitize
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We're the have-nots, but we're also the gon'-gets
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Not just talkin 'bout the Lex with the chrome kits
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You can get that by yourself with the fo-fifth
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Let's all own shit then toast wit Patron hits
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(Check it out now)
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[Chorus]
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(Check it out now)
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[Interlude]
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We Are The Ones
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The Coup |