yeah, uhh, yeah The game is polluted with rappers that are really snitches And most DJ's are nothin but, industry bitches And we don't got, no mansion or riches But we got guns and knives and your children's pictures And everybody loses in war, but you lose more What you think we brought back the Panthers, and the Zulu for? Immortal witchdoctor made himself a voodoo doll for every motherfucker that fronted that I can recall Fuck the industry, don't call me, you can't get with me I'll leave niggaz hangin like Mississippi RBG to the last drop of blood in my body Or the Feds drag me away, like a tsunami But I'll be back, like a fresh bodybag from Iraq Like a Baltimore slum, during the resurgence of crack Brown and black, like the A.K. "It's all bullshit, you know that, I know that! Hey, come along with me man, we'll have a budget, huh? We'll have some clout." "I didn't get into this for that!" "Well that's all there is!" "Well if that's all there is I've been wastin my motherfuckin time wit'chu I can get more clout and more money on the STREET than I can get followin your ass." (Rebel arms!) Yeah.
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