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Power to the people We got more crack in the ghetto than makin' grow in Columbia Put this shit right in front of ya (Yup! This is America) We've got more guns than the hall than soldiers out on the line See hustlers out on their grind (I can get rich in America) And we all just tryna make it all around the world But don't you never mistake (ain't no place like America) And your pride gets hard to swallow when everything controlled by that almighty dollar (We don't fear God in America) Ok the sun rise from the east, the west smoke by the piece The crime rate in my city still rising like niss My young homie said fuck school and hit the block I tried to tell him be thankful for the shit you got Cuz ain't nobody gon do nothing for you (nah) They gave the ghetto dope to hang ourselves then kick the bucket for you Still throwin' rocks at the pen from the dope spot My home boy just got out and locked up again Cuz ain't no dissup (not at all) Speaking frankly, it's all about the Benjamins More chiefs than Indians That's why I just be playin' my part part Keep doing my thing thing My phone like a telefine, it's always gon ring ring My hands cash register, they always go ching ching SongtexteCall me Joe Blow cuz I'm smokin' that lean green Gotta stay high to deal with all these characters Cash rules everything all over America We got more crack in the ghetto than makin' grow in Columbia Put this shit right in front of ya (Yup! This is America) We've got more guns than the hall than soldiers out on the line See hustlers out on their grind (I can get rich in America) And we all just tryna make it all around the world But don't you never mistake (ain't no place like America) And your pride gets hard to swallow when everything controlled by that almighty dollar (We don't fear God in America) Nah nigga, we tryin' to ball nigga Well it's ejectin' into getting my hot winner From a nobody nigga to top tenner To bitches give you the head, just hopin' that I remember Obama lied, ain't see shit changed The cocaine came, with no shame we does our thing My gang go bang, this block we're the same Our block be the same, I might just get rid of that rage And cup me a plane, I'm ghetto fabulous Not corporate but nigga rich Jesus Christ can't believe this shit The pistol on me make me feel great Your mad murk can make you feel hate Murder squad, get your sale first God couldn't help me with the bills I paid So I'm still in the collection play Pray to him and get the answer late On my knees, just tired of trying to get his attention So fuck it, I'm back to this shit We got more crack in the ghetto than makin' grow in Columbia Put this shit right in front of ya (Yup! This is America) We've got more guns than the hall than soldiers out on the line See hustlers out on their grind (I can get rich in America) And we all just tryna make it all around the world But don't you never mistake (ain't no place like America) And your pride gets hard to swallow when everything controlled by that almighty dollar (We don't fear God in America) Everybody on welfare, nobody got health care The war going on right here The president well aware Come to your city but we'll visit the ghetto there We in our own world from California to Delaware The black mafia Yea, the hood be arrangin' how the prices be inflated on the goods we exchangin' Ain't got the damn To be a doctor was my earlier plan Still experience let me know I had the world in my hands Now I got so many girls in my pants Don't know if they're reaching for me or the Jacksons and Grants I see my fans, they all hoppin' the aks Young Bo, will you go put the game back in a trance? I'm like I'm on it I'm on it You see how I be doing it I feel it then I record it Sound the same when I perform it To tell the truth, the crack game was never borer Let them be the best memories we talk about tourin' Gie Aus Songtexte Mania