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Yo it's the inner city blues goin' through my headphonesStarin' at space and runnin through the red zoneFeel like rhymin', freestylin'Going back in the time when brothaz wasn't wil'nBut nowadays it's a brand new tacticBrothas be gettin fly and traveling galactic, uhBetter beam down to earth, I'm blowing up with mine firstWhen I was young I used to roll with thugs that sold drugs Exporting high-caliber weapon transportingIt was very important to the niggaz on the blockthat you knew how to get down when it was time to rockCame like we was raised on a farmI mean, niggaz be on they way to school gettin' clicked onIn '81 niggaz used to get thrown up in a suplex and robbed for their summer-youth checks, whatOther stick-up kids lookin' like 'who's next?'Runnin' out, knockin' niggaz out in two steps or three stepsPreceps' ran sprintin'Everyday was a fight like it was San QuentinNiggaz hidden about who been snitchin to the deanAt 3 o'clock his wig got split upon the seamI guess a buck-50 just ain't good enough no moreKids be playin' tag with the four-four magLittle bad muthafuckaz need to stay in schoolShorty I went the same route so I'm droppin the jewelMad niggaz gettin' killed over nuttin'SongtexteStraight squeezin' off on muthafuckaz when you hit they nerve buttonYo it's the inner city blues goin' through my headphonesStarin' at space an' runnin through the red zoneFeel like rhymin', freestylin'Going back in the time when brothaz wasn't wil'nBut nowadays it's a brand new tacticBrothas be gettin fly and traveling galactic, uhBetter beam down to earth, I'm blowing up with mine firstYo, I heard this chick say she wanted a ruff-neckNiggaz tryin ta be ruff-necks but, yo nigga fuck thatTryin' ta act wild and get a nigga killedHook him up to the respirator & put him on tilt, wordBad boys move in silencewith said bad boys caught two wit a silencer to his heah, uhSome niggaz lucky enough to do it & live through itI had a chance but I chose not to pursue itMost of the ruff niggaz I know be like dead or locked upWhen they come home by niggaz look blownSwollen up, but the times is changinYa betta get hip and get a grip mad quick nigga1 to 3 is no joke, 5 to 10 is even worse25 years, I'll be cryin' steel tearsTrying ta send a bomb-letter to the judgeSpecial delivery nigga, you made a lifetime grudge, uhI make a shank out a spoon or a light fixtureStay alert and try ta keep out of the mixtureI never smoke cigarettes but I get 'em so I could sell 'emHere comes statik, somebody better tell 'em (what)My walk here be like 5 or 6 playaswith books tied to me & I'm a 7:30 playaThis ain't the time to be franchise neckin'The trouble arises quicker than the national deficitYo it's the inner city blues goin' through my headphonesStarin' at space an' runnin through the red zoneFeel like rhymin', freestylin'Going back in the time when brothaz wasn't wil'nBut nowadays it's a brand new tacticBrothas be gettin fly and traveling galactic, uhBetter beam down to earth, I'm blowing up with mine first Aus Songtexte Mania