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    Today we're gonna do something scary
    We're venturing into the mind of young black males
    Let's take a peak...

    [ Young Lay ]
    Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb
    Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders
    Them brothers gettin further
    Got my pencil for utensil, this'll keep they mind knownin
    Spot some thugs at the club, and they got the nines showin
    Dirty pimpin g's, one of my dreams, player now listen
    Lotta blacks locked down, but comin back around in '96
    All the gals my six (what else?) my track crew and my mother
    Make these police wonder: how is he so undercover?
    Never been a lover, but America had broke my heart
    I was told to tear up out this before this tear me apart
    Eat through scrap, black tracks, free milk and cheese
    While the Japs stack scratch with the Vietnamese
    But I'm finna squeeze, stack cheese they left on a trap
    A young playa mack, hit the bud', spit a rap
    It's just that feelin, that feelin that I have for children
    Are able to love us, but these crazy devils try to kill us

    "I gotta survive, I try to stay alive, ho"
    "Smokin that dank to deal with the pain"

    (My nigga Ray Luv, when'd you get up out the pen, man?)

    [ Ray Luv ]
    June 2nd '93 I returned to the streets
    Did 2 months in the county and I opt to the beat
    Now the cops keep watch, cause they know that I rap
    Tell the world that I'm a gangsta, cause I ride with a strap
    But I ain't yo gangsta, just a young nigga caught up in the struggle
    Born hustler, goin for the jugular
    Out to take the beast down, piece down might be too late
    The funk is on, high, drunk off Thunderbird and Grape Kool-Aid
    Would love to catch a playa slippin, take me down and book me
    Guilty as charged, hit the switch and try to cook me
    Silence a nigga for the shit I'm spittin, I know I'm scarin ya
    A poison you created in the veins of America
    Miseducated, incarcerated, institutionalized
    That 3rd strike will have a gang of them rollers dyin
    Ain't no love where I'm goin, no love where I'm comin from
    Remember me, that real-ass nigga you been runnin from
    Got us sprung off the cocaine and the welfare
    While the black babies die without health care

    [ Mac Mall ]
    Now how could I pledge allegiance to a racist-ass flag
    When the rollers at my do' with a .44 mag?
    Got my mother spittin drag 'bout I ain't home
    Got a double homicide warrant on my dome
    I hear em pushin in the do', I grab my Mac with two clips
    Cut through the back window and like a g hit a fence
    I'm thinkin 'bout my folks gettin sent for violation
    Foes and punk police, them devils still at my do'
    I peep a group of ten tryina get information
    I threw the clips in the Mac, start lettin off frustration
    It's better than incarceration any day, we gonn' die anyway
    So if I go out blastin, call it my fate
    I got niggas in the pen like my cousin Bud
    Lunatic Insane, and my partner T-Love
    Big Tom, Ray Ray, Killa Cuddy, Mac Dre
    Cleek, Jamal, Jinx and Bluebonic, man

    [ 2Pac ]
    Now I been called a crook, a killer, a thug
    A no-good dealer of drugs
    And Blood or Cuz, doesn't matter what set you was
    Cause where I'm at, if you black, we strapped
    As long as ki's make g's these thieves attack
    And ain't no rules on the streets these days
    Muthafuckas better watch they back and take it eazay
    I'm livin in the dangerzone
    And learnin lesson from the game, it's on
    Niggas was gone when the frame was on
    I'm gettin breaken them balls daily
    Is there a ghetto in heaven or do I go to hell?
    See, seems I was senteced to death, takin my steps with my head down
    Why pour I liquor for my niggas, cause they dead now
    My memory since I was a little seed
    Was a penitentiary full of niggas like me
    These cops can't terrorize us, they despise us
    Niggas, cause we on the rise
    Plus everybody's searchin for a piece of the truth
    And the youth turn the streets into a piece of Beirut
    And the truth is

    "I gotta survive, I try to stay alive, ho"
    "Smokin that dank to deal with the pain"

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