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What's really, really Crack
What's really, really Dope
What's really, really Sad
We don't really have Hope

What's really, really Hood
What's really, really There
Stashing about it
Nobody really, really cares

What's really, really Crack
What's really, really Dope
What's really, really Sad
We don't really have Hope

What's really, really Hood
What's really, really There
Stashing about it
Nobody really, really cares


Opened up another Chinese place
As if we needed one
Like we can't get a hold of Chin-Wong
He in the hood with the egg-foo-young
Kennedy ride
Stay open till 5
Look guys, open your eyes
We can't survive when people come in our neighborhood and ride
While we fall like the towers hours after bin laden, surprise!
Knowledge is magnemytime, think it's going to cling to the truth,
Which is every word that I sing in the booth.
I gotta watch the shit I bring to the youth,
Rappers affecting the hood,
My little cuz Nate, slinging is proof,
I used to listen to Onyx, and think I had my Yonex,
Dre made me say fuck my book, where the fuck is my chronic.
The funny shit is that the white man is always behind it
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He turns an ominous relation into his economics,
And it's a promise -till I'm dead and gone,
When that revolution come,
I'm gonna be good and ready to get it on.




Allot of busters (tho) be claiming that they military minded
But real is not an image, it's the substance behind it
Pulling out your pistol in your own neighborhood,
Stunting, en-dangering the babies on the block,
That ain't about nothing,
The old Gs say the game used to be about something
The street life had honor and code
Now we just fronting, is it rap that got us acting like that?
Or the condition we live in, that got us cornered and packed
Up in the prisons,
Politicians running around with these rappers like mascots
So they can hi-jack the 'have-not' vote in the ballot box.
Now I'm anti the Bush and gender,
But I remember, it was Bill Clinton that took welfare.
What's really hood with these MC Wars?
Inflated egos acting like some gossiping Hoes,
That shit is weak Yo,
I focus on stacking this paper, setting the power,
Cruz if we ain't controlling the hood it ain't Ours.








Thanks to Mike for these lyrics