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a neighbor go, form a holy picket line. We've gotta let them know. Don't you think it's time to boycott hell. 

Rap by Steve Taylor: 
Guess who comin' through
Punching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager
Soupin me up sayin "You're a good worker,"
"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register"
"Large
a player by the choke 
I was at a loss for words first time that we spoke 
You're looking for a girl that'll treat you right 
Have you lookin' for her in
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint 

That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti 
Like the body cool  keep the strap up by the naughties
in my abdomen
Camouflage fatigues, and daishikis
Somewhere in between N.W.A. and P.E.
I'm black like Steve Biko
Raised in the ghetto by the people
Fuck
pokin'
Out on the po's, but I still keep yokin'
Blowin' by them haters who be constantly hopin'
That one day, that ya boy go broken
But, never that,
a player by the choke 
I was at a loss for words first time that we spoke 
You're looking for a girl that'll treat you right 
Have you lookin' for her in
pokin'
Out on the po's, but I still keep yokin'
Blowin' by them haters who be constantly hopin'
That one day, that ya boy go broken
But, never that,
to know, if you run the streets
Come in peace or leave in pieces
Even Jesus was killed by the polices
They crucified him now they inject us with juice
man gang when I'm runnin train it's like bang, bang, bang

Did it so hard the apartment shook
Neighbors came by, I was scared to look
All is I know
Outcasted to the shadows 'cause you don't look right
Hypnotized by the eyes from the average muthafucka
Chrome to his dome, if he cries, he's a busta
There's
Steve, Big Hawk, and Fat Pat
When you cross yo'best bet is to back back
Mo City, Texas will open up yo back
Where the killers get killed and the jackers