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I like to teach the world to be

A dope mayn just like me

I like to front the world some coke

And let them sell for me

Born in the ghetto as a street thug

At age 16 I started sellin cheap drugs

Extacy will cost you three

A year later I robbed a dope house and stole a ki

36 is what I count

Now multiply 36 with 700 a ounce

Bag it up and make my profit

But some p***y muthaf**ka in offices tryin to stop it

And the b*****d that's stoppin the bus

Is the same muthaf**ka that delivers to us

He's payin off the cops

Triple-crossin the middle man tryin to give the smaller pusher power

The politicians are players

Reagan and Bush were cuttin tough on Noriega

Now the juices are sour

Remember politician means schemin for power

You know what a hossa is

Now let's go back to the past

The muthaf**ka who needs to be tried is Ronald Reagan's ass

Appointed Bush to the CIA

That shit was cold

Put Noriega on the payroll

All of a sudden shit changed

Right after '88 Yeah yeah yeah

Hm - ain't that strange

Some think I'm goin too far

But if you wanna go to war I take you to war

They don't care about niggas on welfare

As long as their kind ain't there

You've got my ki's on a freeze

Muthaf**ka my city's under siege

Today's special

Is ghetto dope

Willie D sell out you can squash that fast

Here's a hit and a half for your ass

Police brutality is now a formality

They're kickin our ass and we're payin their salary

The average cop with a badge is a b***h

Back in high school they used to get their f**kin ass kicked

All of a sudden they're snappin necks

Puttin niggas in check makin threats sayin I'm next

I laugh at a muthaf**kin law man

Without the piece b***h you're nothin but a raw man

You couldn't hang if you were cappin or punchin

So go suck a d**k and write or ticket or somethin

Can't understand my city's under siege

Till the Ak clockin g's

Got a Coupe De Ville got a rag and ridin '83s

Copper wanna play the Ak

Guess they think I'm slayin crack

Muthaf**k the '50s they can't stop me got my corner back

Rocks and rocks and rocks galore

I left the cut and then I swore

Never be a stupid ass I'll nevfer leave the cut no more

The dope game ain't no joke

Muthaf**kas will die for this they go for broke

Rock houses open and busted

And the b***h that got you busted

Was the b***h that you trusted

Pimp on me and I'll make bail

Hunt you down and kick your ass through the goal post of hell

Are you lighter on a female figure

Hell nah I f**k her up just like I f**k up a n***a

Red grab the pump Bill pass me my nine

Now tell em what's on your mind

You goddamn parents are a trip

The streets got your babies cause you're full of that bullshit

You tell your kids drugs'll f**k up their health

And you're geekin your goddamn self

But I won't blame it all on you

You stupid-ass teachers can suck my d**k too

I walk around with a smirk

F**k school f**k curfew f**k homework

And muthaf**k a damn cop

I never ride down my block without my gun bein cocked

You won't get a chance to slay me

I wont' be an accident like Ada Delaney

So when you step out of line

*shots* I'm goin for mine

DOA is how they pronounce you

No suspect no motive no clue

When you hoes say 'stop' I be damned if I freeze

I truly believe my city's under siege

Today's special

Is ghetto dope

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