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* - one of 5 new releases on this "Greatest Hits" album

[First Verse]
My fore fathers was bought and sold, raped and sodomized
Now after eight hundred years you decide to apologize
Apology not accepted, too late for repentin`
Time to ride, homicide to William Clinton
That ass rippin`, penetrated with baseball bats
Shoot him up with heroin and get him hooked on crack
Black folks been sufferin` in the United States
These United Snakes got us in divided States
Shell-shocked, Hell`s got to be here on Earth
In the ghetto circumstances can`t get no worse
Certain chances we takin` to survive, we got no choices
So we rappin` hopin` we can make it happen with our voices
I was too smart for football, too short for hoops
So I rode with the Crips and cliques thick with troops
X-Raided them tricks hated but I don`t give a fuck
Uneducated bitches don`t realize they stuck
You`re oblivious to the fact that your life is hideous
We`re holdin` our own and we don`t need you to pity us
Plus, we got our own kind holdin` us down
Those who sold their souls, but it`ll be cold
When we catch you, I bet you`ll receive the death sentence
Turnin` racist generals into pulp non-fiction
Circumcision the "G" way
Murder the D.A.
Hit `em with hollow slugs, show him no lee-way

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
It`s too late for apologies fuck your sorrow
Doin` it one day at a time yellin` "Fuck tomorrow!"
In the streets it`s crack, guns, and infected bitches
Genocide on the down-low, the White Man`s wishes

[Second Verse]
My father figures was Arnold "Schwarzanigga" and Sly Styllone
Puttin` visions of murder in a nigga`s dome, early on
I grew up, watchin` Al Pacino and Nino Brown
Tarentino is the one who let me know how to put it down
Television created a gang of niggas like me
We learned how to kill at home watchin` T.V.
It poisoned my mind as a youth
Introduced me to money, mayhem, and murder, I`m the product it produced
Let me loose to prowl, now they sayin` I`m a killer
Cuz European ideology`s all about the scrilla
Ain`t y`all feelin` the devastation you`re causin` the Earth?
Steady exploitin` the milk of this bitch for all that it`s worth
When it`s ready to blow up, they gone leave this World and go on to Mars
Leave us torn and everybody up will be reachin` for stars
Why my people so caught up in money, cars, and bitches?
Don`t you realize, you`re fulfillin` the White Man`s wishes?

[Chorus]

[Third Verse]
Lord forgive for all the blood that his body bled
And all the tears that his Mommy shed
The book says "Thou Shalt Not Kill", but I`ve seen more blood spill
Than all them vets on Hamburger Hill
It`s real post war syndrome
I went to see my homie but his Mama told the homie been gone
And every time I turn around, it`s a body on the ground
Fresh gun shot wounds, but he didn`t hear a sound
When he came out the womb, nobody told him he would be dead so soon
The gauge went BOOM
It`s America, I know you got a cure for AIDS
We need a cure for rage, on the rampage
Can you feel it? The tension`s in the air thick
And hate got me so high I`m gettin` airsick
You got my people broke, lookin` for a buck to borrow
Doin` it one day at a time, FUCK TOMORROW!
Fuck your song!
I want revenge! I got a beretta named Vendetta
Time to answer for your sins nigga
And when you meet your creator tell him I said, "I apologize"
But I gotta ride...

[Chorus] - repeat til` fade

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