| Take it back to the days when we raised us up
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| 'Fore coward-ass rap made the game corrupt
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| P-Dog in the cut back to bring the pain
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| Puttin’wood on they ass can’t stand the rain
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| And bring heat over beats, and scratch the itch
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| In a no spin-zone fuck a scanadalous bitch
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| It’s the return of the Bush Killa back to bust
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| Just us for the justice, In God We Trust
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| I rush truth to the youth — and shine the light
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| Take the red pill, open up ya eyes to life
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| In this land of these crack fiends sheep and moles
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| See us overthrow the hold of this devil control
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| And roll deep — (keep it underground for the streets)
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| I’m the last cell — (hit em outta bounds, retreat)
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| We like ants in this war dance, if one falls
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| Ten more’s in his place to advance the cause, it’s all
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| Raw shit
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| HELL YEAH
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| It’s the raw shit
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| HELL YEAH
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| Do you want the raw shit?
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| HELL YEAH
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| Everybody Sayin'
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| That’s the Bomb -(what?) That’s the Bomb
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| Gotta have the raw shit
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| HELL YEAH
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| Comin’with the raw shit
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| HELL YEAH
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| Do you need the raw shit?
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| HELL YEAH
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| Everybody Sayin'
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| That’s the Bomb -(come on) That’s the Bomb
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| I bust a shot and these pigs all dash like renta cops
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| These punk ass devils’ll never stop
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| Fuck 'em all, I draw, they fall
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| Bitch, I was raw, ballin’back in the days of «yes y’alls»
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| Gotta make a fuss, nigga bust an’ride
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| See it in my eyes, speak truth or die
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| Amerikkka’s the motherfuckin’beast and I’m
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| Still the same, nigga snatchin’sheets for mine
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| Back on the map, and we fade to black
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| Fuck rap, see us pickin’off pigs with straps
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| And bust on they compound, take control
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| Of the precinct, leave 'em all stank an’cold
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| It’s no justice no motherfuckin’peace, say it No justice no motherfuckin’peace, believe
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| Long as niggas gettin’beat by these pigs we shoot
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| Outta coupes — fuck peace and the boys in blue, we do the
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| Raw shit
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| HELL YEAH
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| It’s the raw shit
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| HELL YEAH
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| Do you want the raw shit?
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| HELL YEAH
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| Everybody Sayin'
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| That’s the Bomb -(what?) That’s the Bomb
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| Gotta have the raw shit
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| HELL YEAH
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| Comin’with the raw shit
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| HELL YEAH
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| Do you need the raw shit?
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| HELL YEAH
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| Everybody Sayin'
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| That’s the Bomb -(come on) That’s the Bomb
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| To protect and to serve is a myth to us They protect they shit and serve sticks to us Fuck a waterhose nigga, those days is thru
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| All a pig’s gotta do nowadays is shoot
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| But who police the police when they
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| Beat brothers to the ground like — everyday
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| What I’m sayin', what if niggas start shootin''em back?
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| Spit caps outta gats 'till the beast collapse?
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| With an eye for an eye, ain’t no time to play
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| With an eye for an eye — it’s the Amerikkkan way
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| Do it big see the jig split wigs of foes
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| Bust shots at these pigs — nigga dig the flow and
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| Hear us all say «power to the people» combined
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| Hold court in the streets 'till these pigs comply
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| Niggas got no choice but to ride or die
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| Put this beast on it’s back — genocide’s the plight, we bring the
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| Raw shit
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| HELL YEAH
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| It’s the raw shit
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| HELL YEAH
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| Do you want the raw shit?
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| HELL YEAH
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| Everybody Sayin'
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| That’s the Bomb -(what?) That’s the Bomb
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| Gotta have the raw shit
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| HELL YEAH
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| Comin’with the raw shit
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| HELL YEAH
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| Do you need the raw shit?
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| HELL YEAH
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| Everybody Sayin'
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| That’s the Bomb -(come on) That’s the Bomb
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| Unless ya wanna live on your knees, throw down (4x) |