Lyrics:
on bein' somethin'
Don't wanna be another statistic, out here doin' nothin'
Tryna maintain in this dirty game, keep it real
And I will even if it kills
congratulate us with another cup of tea
A very merry unbirthday to you!
Now, statistics prove, prove that you've one birthday
Imagine, just one birthday
another statistic
My nigga, this courtesy of Compton (courtesy of Compton)
Brooklyn go hard, motherfucker
Love me on the East like I'm Chuck D
a better opportunity to do you
They don't understand, these labels look at numbers, it's statistics
I lose, you lose, ma, it's just logistics
Anyway, real
a better opportunity to do you
They don't understand, these labels look at numbers, it's statistics
I lose, you lose, ma, it's just logistics
Anyway, real
read somewhere statistics show
The man's always the first to go
And that makes sense 'cause I know she won't be ready
So when it finally comes my time
frigid
I'm rich, but I did not let it change me
Statistics say that you niggas ain't gangster
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
No
and straighten out
You could die down here, be just another accident statistic"
There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend
All that foreign oil
maybe
You should listen when I flip the linguistics
'Cause I'm gonna rip this mystical slick shit
You don't wanna become another victim or statistic
niggaz like new statistics while bumpin my Stylistics, and
I'm locin, smokin dat yermon as a youngsta
Now I'm big and strong as Herman Munster
want to spend my time in hell
Looking at the walls of a prison cell
I don't ever want to play the part
Of a statistic on a government chart
There
a tiny blade of grass
In a great big field
To workers I'm just another drone
To ma bell I'm just another phone
I'm just another statistic on a sheet
choose to turn you
And here I sit
Life goes on, end of tunnel, TV set
Spot in the middle
Static fade, statistic bit
And soon I'll fade away,
went to the East for human's rights
To free the lieutenant shot down in flight
Just another statistic, and the government knew it
They didn't even
with gun
The magnum'll bust his head from many directions unknown
Another statistic, change the ballistics
On the nozzle, make em goggle and swallow
read somewhere statistics show
The man's always the first to go
And that makes sense 'cause I know she won't be ready
So when it finally comes my time
with gun
The magnum'll bust his head from many directions unknown
Another statistic, change the ballistics
On the nozzle, make em goggle and swallow
want to spend my time in hell
Looking at the walls of a prison cell
I don't ever want to play the part
Of a statistic on a government chart
There
can't look at this and you can't look at that
And you can't smoke this and you can't snort that
And me baby - I got statistics - I got stats
These people
Screaming and ranting and raving cause when you look at the statistics
Who is the one dying? From the policemen? From the KKK? From the skinheads?
What
Yeah
You ever have a bad bitch try to kick it with you in your Twitter DMs?
I have been a statistic and demonstrated against
Wicked minds
embarrass you
Man, you should be realistic, these niggas 'round here ballistic
We did the numbers and you lookin' like another statistic
Stone cold
read somewhere, statistics show
The man's always the first to go
And that makes sense 'cause I know she won't be ready
So when it finally comes my
shit slow, so you don't miss it
Don't be a statistic, my jewels from the district
Stay with my biscuit, touch mines and get twisted
Son I'm off
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