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Correct Who Gonna Die Next? Lyrics
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Freedom of Speech, Article One G.G.O., Sun of Man, Rabbi Razah, do the Knowledge Daddy was a gangsta, mommy was a hustler But she fell in love with him, made me a hustler Born as a ghetto child, raised in the projects Revolutionaries, who ain't open up they eyes yet Life of a slave, ain't no tellin' who gon' die next I came in the '70's, listenin' to melodies Back when the panthers and the police, was enemies (Remember niggaz was fightin', even back then) After Malcolm X dropped that one jewel on Kennedy We already had the remedy Aiyo, my mind make the pen bleed I be the species of the new breed, young black ghetto seed It's hot, get the anti-freeze, ya'll niggaz hustlin' for panties and weed Henny and G's, I'm guaranteed to pop off My single is hot from out of the sleeve, I murder two M.C.'s [Chorus: x2] Life in the projects (ain't no tellin' who gon' die next) Livin' in the hood (ain't no tellin' who gon' die next) Buildin' with my brother (ain't no tellin' who gon' die next) Live in the hell hole (ain't no tellin' who gon' die next) All my brothers raise in peace It's Hell in here, fear death row, electric chairs The time is near, riots in Times Square We sick of welfare, doing labor in the slaves career afros, no wavy hair No charity pair, on Black Saladatory Day We gotta overthrow the government, the Maccabee way They out to stop my airplane, cuz they fear what I say But my people got ears, and can't hear what I say The poor is hated, even by his own neighbors But the rich have many friends, and traders, ho's and playa haters Some die, lost they life, cuz of foolish anger A mad man, only one letter short from danger We inhabit, live in the land of strangers Family famin, breakin' every ten commandment Take ya life for granted, on the Christ's planet Firin' cannons, cocked at whoever standing As road blocks to quiet planning Cops harass us, even though they trespass us You not allowed to serve two masters We lost sheep from the lost pastors [Chorus: x2]
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