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Intro:
(Rakim: "Across a hundred and tenth street--
it's hell up in Harlem...it's hell up in Harlem...")

"Ahh yeah!!!
Tone Capone and J. Nitty
took 2 the streets
Raised by the music, fed by the beat
C-ing how long we could stay outta jail is how we'd
That's how we'd compete
We never owned
adding up"
Giving you the jailhouse talk but you ain't mad enough
I never thought I'd be the last man standing up
I never thought I'd had have to question
Strangely enough I've been struck
Affected by her smile
And yo, her style is worthwhile
And knowing that I'm deep like a river
I feel I should give
Girl why'd you leave me

Alone
I been seating here waiting
By the phone
Give anything to hear
Your tone
It was all my fault
I know
Now I just stand here
I was on the corner phone to someone I'd known
About the only things that seemed important
Two corners of my life, this locked up empty night
everything you feel 
On real by reel 
You're documented down like rats 
They're catching up on every squeal 
On real by reel 
Real by reel by real by
And gather all your homies up
To go and shoot up a pad
Soon as you finished
why'all run out of gas
You better haul as*

That's how drive-bys get f***ed
His old man was a rebel yeller. 
Bad boy to the bone he'd say, 
"Can't trust a colored feller"
And he'd judge 'em by the tone of their skin.
judge a man by the tone of his skin
It's crazy
Cause he has a heart
Like you have a heart and

Why can't we be color blind
You know we should
Be
Yeah, yeah
Right, right, right
Right, right, right, right

Feel me now, listen
Momma loved me, pop left me
Mickey fed me, and he dressed me
dressed me, plus she fed me
banana puddin, what's in the hood then
Puffin on L's, drinkin pink champelle
Ty rolled with a nigga, V.A. spot
Tone, Mike
Up to now Gods been good to me 
Sad to see 
Born into a place I don't want to be 
As I grow so does disgust 
When I die it's long after my trust
judge a man by the tone of his skin
It's crazy
Cause he has a heart
Like you have a heart and

Why can't we be color blind
You know we should
Be
Yeah, yeah
Right, right, right
Right, right, right, right

Feel me now, listen
Momma loved me, pop left me
Mickey fed me, and he dressed me
Eric
a date one night 
She thought it'd be a laugh 
I'd take her to a restaurant 
And then up to her pad 
I waited at my house that night 
For her phone
Don't hit fudging I'm
Fucking stupid roll up fight
Now I'd rather jump than pay
But they're gonna' book me anyway
the house,
There ain't nobody here that we'd keep out.
That's the way we do it in our town, yeah.

You never hear me apologise,
For growin' up strong, growin'
this motherf***er
P**** act up and get f***ed in this motherf***er

Get crunk in this motherf***er
Drunk in this motherf***er
N**** step up and get
to a certain extent
In a country run by a president
That doesn't know a single resident
In my 'hood
It is good
Or that is fucked-up
I let 'em speak for me
By the way, every little thing about her face
Fills him up, the image so pleasing it could never be erased
Here to stay, embedded in his mind, 
He
repeat themselves and die
Even when they don't hold water, you try to keep them safe and dry
An' trade your moan for a positive tone,
Reassured by ads
that eve
Also took the number of her phone
Just before he took his leave
Nellie whispered in the cutest tone

Call me up some rainy afternoon
I'll
my heart get ready
You built my hopes up to the skies
And then you told me no

[Chorus]

Well, you really fed me quite a lie
You really snowed
on her

I can't even still her trembling hands that were locked up by the dutiful and obligated;

Five soldiers forever sedated with the,
"No one's