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Ghetto Politics

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Pine, boxes, nine oxes Unidentified flying objects Crime, doctors, slime, coppers Niggaz that can't get out, man they locked up Criminal, minded, you've been blinded Justice for all (c'mon) help me find it Please we'll wind it, get in the hole And start to grind it, who's behind it Big brother got us spread like an atlas Powerless in fear that leads to paralysis Now when I speak, do your psycho-'nalysis And those recordin' Wonderland like Alice's Y'all don't know about guerilla warfare Kids in Haiti, trapped with the hardware Wear them by the pair while playin' Truth or Dare Prisoners of war worse than the terror scare This is the jungle we live in, this is the concrete I call you pussy 'cause you are what you eat, homey It's the art of war homes they play for keeps So you still think that gangster shit is sweet? Pine, boxes, nine oxes Unidentified flying objects Crime, doctors, slime, coppers Niggaz that can't get out, man they locked up Pine, boxes, nine oxes Unidentified flying objects Crime, doctors, slime, coppers Niggaz that can't get out, man they locked up Remember when you had a lot, yeah it was yours for sure But we fight back, and ain't takin your shit no more So raw, my four-four's leave a couple bent The government talk shit, hand 'em a Doublemint You fuckin with me? I see you like a jewel With the terrorist my nigga, diesel like the fuel Step up, smash your team, throw matches at your head Quarters after we bathe it in gasoline Or petroleum, you think it's sugar when it's sodium Handcuffs ropes and chains holdin 'em All in the zone, have your dough and your fame But you ain't takin nuttin wit'cha, but your bones to your grave To the world you're a slave, we the makers Revolutionary haters, as anthropologists, gynecologists


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