Lyrics:
step, kid
Watch your step, kid
Watch your step, kid (The Inspectah Deck)
I smoke on the mic like smokin' Joe Frazier
The hell-raiser, raising hell
step, kid
Watch your step, kid
Watch your step, kid (The Inspectah Deck)
I smoke on the mic like smokin' Joe Frazier
The hell-raiser, raising hell
a crazy world that we live in
It seems like no one's happy with what they've been given
You got kids killing kids then killing themselves
A worldwide
stop us
I know them haters watching
So do your thang kid
Do your thang kid
Do your thang kid
Do your thang kid
I know you wanna pop it
I know you want
get bombarded
Ya on target, and bombed by some unsigned artists
We leave ya hair cut like a blind barber
Cut it, and gave you a line with fine markers
The Lord lives among us
The youngest hunger become a means to get it
By any ways necessary, under pressure
Children feeling lesser, with the steel up
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
you'll start loving his righteousness and we start
Looking just like his kids
Live free by his mercy and grace
Live free by his mercy and grace
like us their right mind
Who could, Who could
We be going in through the night time
Never slow us down til the sunshine
Who could party like us their
don't stop"
But we was getting robbed like
A bank with no lock
By a record company that was taking a lot
People blaming us and shaming us
But then it all
like a lobster
All blacks D's on it, hoes holla
Slidin through your area
Why is they comparin us?
Serious, numbers on my check
Look like a serial
And I
a
Child what is
Moral and immoral, right and wrong
We first and foremost can
Establish what the laws that govern
Us are you can
Always escape hell by not
I see them looking at me different, blame it on my color
Like why you acting like God didn’t want us to love each other
This for my other brother
Park did quick to spark kids who start shit
See me, only me
The Under-boss of this holocaust
Truly yours, Frank White
We got the real live shit
like me, hit him while wifey was with him
You heard of us, the murderous, most shady
Been on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of Satan, they
shooting a white kid
I’ll wait
You see the thing is
There’s no respect
No care in the world
The cops ignore the lives of black boys and girls
Then use their
knocks
Disrespected by snobs,damn near trampled by mobs
Persecuted by squares workin' nine to five jobs
Like a panther I prowl ,like a lion I growl
Learn
Well, there was this movie I seen one time
About a man riding 'cross the desert and it starred Gregory Peck
He was shot down by a hungry kid trying
Friends, how many of us have them
Friends, how many of us have them
Friends, how many of us have them
Friends, how many of us have them
Every
face down
Hoodie gang strong like Trayvon
Gun by the window like Detroit Red
Bring that shit by the neck of my woods
And bet a nigga ass end up dead
you know that you couldnt fade it black
'Cause my rap's like gold, or precious gems
While your rap's like an 8th full of beeners and stems
Kid Rock
understaffed, overworked
And overseen by people who can't ever understand
How it feels to live life like you and me
Patients lying in the corridors
'Cause
to murder me (Naw hold up man don't shoot, I live over there)
Land of the beautiful (ay, ay man what you doin)
Cursed by the hate we throw (you trippin' dawg)
red either blue selling hard and the white
Live by the gun, never run from a fight
Trayvon in a hoodie, walking through the neighborhood he
Didn't do
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