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* Pam the Funkstress scratches the phrase 
"We wanna get it on - cause we don't get along" * 

[Boots] 
Now the FBI monitors with no feedback 
Saw me on the street, ask me where the weed at 
or the coke I don't sell and yet I don't believe that 
Set me up I'm runnin breathin like a Sleestak 
Ran into a car and almost bent my knee back 
It's better than a cell while my lawyer's fee stack 
Ducked into a liquor store they ask what you do 
Wearin FUBU it was my man N'Duku 
The bat and tote go through, I said, "Merci beaucoup 
If they ask who was I runnin tell the bastards I flew" 
Maybe to my block, plans to catch a few flicks 
Police did a sweep, terrorizin grue shit 
Bustin doors, beatin mammas while makin Cool Whip 
Face down, gettin dirt on my back to school fit 
My neighbor that was next to me got black and blue lips 
When the fuse lit, you don't see the few flip 
Kick our boot up they ass and ask em if the shoe fit 
Til then, they wanna see us pushin up tu-lips 
Frisk my nuts so much, shit I think I'm sterile 
Got up, brushed the gravel off my apparel 
This girl Cheryl got parole violation 
Said she was high cause of pupil dilation 
If you never got arrested now since infinity 
You get searched livin in this vicinity 
or harassed, beat the shit out - I mean, the livin daylights 
Wouldn't be no dope slangin if McDonald's paid right 
They target areas of black, Chinese and Mexican 
Mow you down men, or they'll find your next of kin 
Whites sell more cocaine and amphetamines 
but the justice sentence us, more than like to credit dem 
The ruling class shifts dope to you and me 
And don't get arrested, this is lunacy 
or is it pimp low magic in unity 
Is it a war on drugs, or just my community? 

Now who gets paper and who gets perved? 
Who gets slapped and who gets served? 
Now this type of shit get on my last nerve 
I think about it in the car and I start to swerve 
Who gets paper and who gets perved? 
Who gets slapped and who gets served? 
Now this type of shit get on my last nerve 
I think about it in the car and I start to swerve 

I got a commonest plot to get the federales hot 
So many cops around the block ?? Tupac 
You gotta flake and two rocks, and tissues in the shoebox 
Convincin after two knocks, who heard of fences in your socks? 
Now this is for la gente, keep it calliente 
Let's send the presidente on a one way trip to casa permanente 
Not a teacher but a sensei 
These rhymes are for battle plus you gotta get the rent paid 
I bust the donut up in front of Wenchel's 
Makin police state officials with fat bones 
that's made of gristle test they torque to differential 
Now it's essential, our problems ain't provincial 
'fore a nurse call our bodies white chalk stencils 
Broke as fuck, eatin lentils with no utensils 
That type of struggle motivated my pencil 
It ain't mental it's material 
Police are the fist of the imperial, I'm spittin through your stereo 
Babies need cereal, folks need currency 
My job got a crowd wavin applications fervently 
Some'll get accepted, most'll get rejected 
Guess they gon' til the new prison get elected 
and that'll solve they unemployment streak 
They'll be makin microchips for two dollars a week 
That's why they packin us in there in droves and fleets 
And Channel Two gon' call it cleanin up the streets 

Now who gets paper and who gets perved? 
Who gets slapped and who gets served? 
Now this type of shit get on my last nerve 
I think about it in the car and I start to swerve 
Who gets paper and who gets perved? 
Who gets slapped and who gets served? 
Now this type of shit get on my last nerve 
I think about it in the car and I start to swerve

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