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    The Predator
    Ouvir álbum completo The Predator Ano de lançamento: 2003
    1. The First Day Of School
    2. When Will They Shoot?
    3. I'm Scared
    4. Wicked
    5. Now I Gotta Wet'cha
    6. The Predator
    7. It Was A Good Day
    8. We Had To Tear This Up
    9. **** 'Em
    10. Dirty Mack
    11. Don't Trust 'Em
    12. Gangsta's Fairy Tale 2
    13. Check Yo Self
    14. Who Got The Camera
    15. Integration
    16. Say Hi To The Bad Guy
    17. Check Yo Self (Remix)
    18. It Was A Good Day (Remix)
    19. 24 With A L
    20. U Ain't Gonna Take My Life

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    Verse One:

    God damn, another fucking payback wit' a twist
    Them motherfuckers shot but the punks missed
    Ice Cube is out-gunned, what is the outcome?
    Will they do me like Malcolm?
    Cuz I bust styles, new styles, standing. . .
    Strong. . . while, others run a hundred miles
    But I never run, never will
    Deal wit' the devil wit' my mother fucking steel - BOOM!
    Media try to do me
    But I was a Boy-N-the-Hood before the movie, yeah
    Call me nigga, bigger than a spook
    But you the one that voted for Duke, motherfucker
    White man is something I tried to study
    But I got my hands bloody, yeah.
    They say I can sing like a Jaybird
    But nigga don't say the J-word.
    I thought they was bugging. . .
    Cuz to us Uncle Sam is Hitler without an oven
    Burning our black skin
    Buy my neighborhood - then push the crack in
    Doing us wrong from the first day
    And don't understand why a nigga got an AK.
    Calling me an African-American
    like everything is fair again, shit
    Devil you got to get the shit right I'm black
    Blacker than a trillion midnights
    "Don't believe the Hype" was said in 88 by the great Chuck D
    Now they're trying to fuck me . . .
    {wit' no vaseline, just a match and a little bit of gasoline}
    Its a great day for genocide
    Thats the day all the niggas died
    They killed JFK in '63
    So what the fuck you think they'll do to me?
    But I'm the O.G. and I bust back, boom boom
    Bust back, boom boom,
    Peel a cap, BOOM BOOM!
    Gimme room in the fire of the sun
    Hear the mack come
    Hear the black come
    Watch Jack run
    Motherfuckers can't gank me
    Fuck a devil, fuck a rebel, and a yankee
    Overrun and put the Presidency
    After needin that, I'm down wit' O.P.P.
    I met Farrakhan and had dinner
    And you ask if I'm a five-percenter, well. . .
    No, but I go where the brothas go
    Down with Compton Mosque, Number 54
    Made a little dough, still got a sister on my elbow
    Did Ice Cube sell out? You say "hell no!"
    A black woman is my manager, not in the kitchen,
    So could you please stop bitchin'?


    Verse Two:

    {gun shots}

    You missed and didn't hit the Lench Mob either
    [Guerillas in the Mist] Without Jungle Fever
    But I got the fever for the flava of a cracker, not a Pringle
    Bust a single, here's my new jingle
    The KKK has got three-piece suits
    Using niggas like turkey shoots
    My motto is "treat 'em like a prostitute."
    If I say no violence devil, you won't respect mine,
    Fuck the dumb shit and get my Tek-9.
    And if they approach us
    A-ight, a-ight - I bury those cockroaches.
    And if you can't deal wit' my "Kill at Will"
    Here's a new gift to get
    Try my "Death Certificate".
    Amerikkka's Most, Amerikkka's burnt - its like toast
    Like Jordan I'm going coast to coast.
    Dribbling the funk
    Here comes the nigga wit' the mother fucking monster dunk
    Get off me punk
    {You better eat your Wheaties}
    Darryl Gates got the studio surrounded
    Cuz he don't like the niggas that I'm down wit'
    Mother fucker wanna do us
    Cuz I like Nat, Huey, Malcolm, and Louis.
    Most got done by a black man's bullet
    Give a trigga to a nigga and watch him pull it.
    Negro assassin,
    I'ma dig a ditch, bitch, and throw your ass in
    When they shoot, no, it won't be a cracker
    They use somebody much blacker
    What I do?
    I call up the Geto Boy crew
    Cuz my mind's playing tricks on me too.
    Never die, surround my crib
    ____________ makin' sure nobody creep when I sleep
    Keep a 9 millimeter in my Jeep - PEEP!
    When I roll, I gots to roll deep.
    Ain't going out cheap
    Make the Mad Circle on Cypress Hill cuz its so steep.
    They'll never get me
    They'll never hit me
    Mother fuck that shit J-Dee.
    Now I relax
    Grab the St. Ides brew so I can max.
    Sitting on the window cuz its so fucking hot,
    And then I heard a shot -

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