[* People talking *]
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[Boots]
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I write my lyrics on parking tickets and summons to the court
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I scribbled this on an application for county support
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I practice this like a sport
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Met Donald Trump and he froze up
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Standing on his Bentley yelling "Pimps down, hoes up"
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Some tryin' to front off
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Break her ass a clump off
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We gon' stop the world and make y'all motherfuckers jump off
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This is my resume slash resignation
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A ransom note with proposed legislation
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A fevered ultimatum you should take it verbatim
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Cause I got two bangin' pieces and you don't wanna date em'
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Flyin' kites for my folks at home
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Who takin' tokes alone
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We payin' rent on shit they ain't even sposed to own
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Narratin' through my verse, agitatin' when ya curse
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It's a million motherfuckers just waitin' on the first
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Anticipatin' on the worst, wanna weightin' up ya purse
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Shook the jobby job down at noon and don't disperse
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They wouldn't pay ya ass as far as they can throw you
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They think you punkin' but they don't know you
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Dissin' turf operata, play with twelve shot berettas
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Buy the Burger King workers and we slappin' on ya lettuce
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Wrote that in the back of those apartments
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A coupon from agricultural departments
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When we put down the X-O, we can let the threats go
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And start shit, it's the ghetto manifesto
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[Chorus x2]
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That's what I'm talking about
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Make me scream and shout
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East, West, North, and South
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Gonna turn this party out
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Hey, hey
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[* People talking *]
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[Boots]
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Call me bird cause of my legs but my ass don't sing
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Got a house arrest anklet but it don't bling bling
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The homie with a cell but that shit don't ring
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But at lights out bars clang and souls get stang
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Now it's the hustlin' sound, trick where they muscle around blacks
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Make ya thoughts heavy, drop a joint and make the ground crack
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Even renowned historians have found that
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The people only bounce back when they pound back
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So I take out a spray can and paste the pavement
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Defacin' gravements of a sufferin' nation
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The files are flagrant and that's the fragrance
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I overheard them askin' vagrance for patients
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So check the liner notes, I steal my finer quotes
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For d-boys tryin' to flow them Gucci's and designer boats
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And party liner jokes and all kinds of folks
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Who all kind of broke
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But bought twenties cause they feel like a lot of smoke
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The trees we got lifted by made our feet dangle
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So when I say burn one I mean the Star-Spangled
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Let's all get high from the income angle
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Bump this at the party even if it ain't the single
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Here's a slum serenade, on razor blades and grenades
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By nannies and maids who be polishin' the suede
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You could let the sess blow but let's make the sets grow
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Into brigades with the ghetto manifesto
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[Chorus x2]
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[* People talking *]
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Ghetto Manifesto
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The Coup |