Guerrillas in the mist

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P-Dog, back to break 'em off somethin'
And never frontin' when the rhyme keep comin'
Not lotto but I'm in it to win it and never lose
Never singin' but swingin' and bringin' nothin but bad news
And I'm madder than a motherfucka
Won't slip and the record won't skip, better get hip
Finna pop, but I ain't pop
How many cops gotta drop when the gat wreck shop
P-Dog comin' up on another level
No hope for the black folk, fuck a devil
It ain't nothin' but a scandalous-ass trap
To keep motherfuckas broke and smokin' crack
So I'm grippin' on the clip and finsta move
Another nigga on the trigger with nothin' to lose
You better duck when the gat buck bitch
ÔCause the funk is on now Young Mark gimme some of that!
{*scratching*} Yeah - pass the matches!
{*scratching*} Pass the matches!

Ain't nothin' changed, still anti-pig
Still anti-drug dealin', anti-house nigga
But bein' broke in slavery
And if the skin is brown they only want you to stay down
I see the community needs work
Black power means more than a t-shirt
All I'm tryin' to do is be sure
That the young black youth stay true to the format
And see the plan to kill the men
And understand, it ain't shit for life to end
Look at the Oaktown murder rate
We need more than a panel to set it straight
The next time somebody asks why
Motherfuckas sit still while the black keep dyin'
I'ma do Elihu and make you see you can't
Bullshit around with the people's fate
And ask why we hate ourselves
Sleepin' with the enemy you're bound to catch hell
They ain't never been down with our side
So fuck Schlitz, Olde E and St. Ide's
You better hear the word when I warn ya
Now it seem like the whole world's Arizona
One for Rodney and Latasha and Tawana boy ya better check ya list
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Alright y'all, get ready for roll call
We got the gats, we got the masks, we got the gloves
The van's packed, and motherfuckas is ready to roll
Uh-uh, wait a minute motherfucka
You better go on with that ol' tricky shit
Cause in the 90's, niggas ain't havin it
So you best just learn to deal and get the fuck out

White supremacy ain't never been a friend of me
You better check it when I wreck it cause it's gettin' deep
And get ready for the funk when the pot boil
With a dry rag, kerosene, and motor oil
Now the Aryan is scary and I'm runnin' up
Fat Tom better duck when he try his luck
ÔCause I'ma see that he suck on a Tech-9
With fifteen to his dome'll be fine
Or maybe I'll just tar and feather ya
And castrate ya cause I hate a devil too
Rape your women up and then I'll rape your mind
Think about it it's an eye for an eye
And now it's fittin' that I'm spittin' on Amerikkka
A black man with a plan and I'm scarin' ya
It ain't a threat but a promise out to each
In L.A., Forsythe, and Howard Beach
Duck down when the clip from the tech POP
You can't fuck with the sound when the needle drop
So don't speak when a panther wreck the house
You can't win when the truth is spoken out
A real case of a brother you love to hate
Can't be roughed up or hushed or set straight
You better know me on the Mike McGee tip
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