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Dead Prez Rbg Revolutionary But Gangsta

up, hit the block, no shirt, tatted up Skinny niggaz getting cut, since it's two get them knees up Ain't no girl push-ups, RBG's fifty-fifty Let me see

[Intro] For my dogs in the pen, my niggaz hold ya head For my dirties on the block, come up any way you can For my homies in the street game, trying

But that won't bring back his life His momma couldn't believe That it could happen to her She prayed to God everyday Guess it just wasn't enough And this is a revolutionary

it Stay blowin on green, if you got it twist it on up DP's givin a fuck RBG'd up in some gangsta chucks Throw yo fist up homie if you know what's up All

I been working all my life but ain't got nothin' to show I ain't tellin' you nothing you don't already know I been working all my life but ain't got nothin

physics, The class "comradery" The vows of humility, the bow, the courtesy. [guitar plays] [Sample] Self defense doesn't mean you run and attack someone But