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[00:02]Being here in America doesn't make you an American
[00:07]Being born here in America doesn't make you an American
[00:12]I see America through the eyes of the victim
[00:17]I don't see any American dream, I see an American nightmare
[00:22]Power to the people
[00:24][01:37][02:50]We got more crack in the ghetto than they could grow in Columbia
[00:27][01:40][02:53]Put this shit right in front of ya, this is America!
[00:30][01:43][02:56]We got more guns in the hood than soldiers out on the line
[00:33][01:46][02:59]See hustlers out on they grind, how you get rich in America
[00:36][01:49][03:02]And we all just tryin' to make it, all around the world
[00:39][01:52][03:05]For those who never mistake it, ain't no place like America
[00:42][01:55][03:08]And your pride get hard to swallow when everything controlled
[00:46][01:59][03:12]By that all mighty dollar, we don't fear God in America
[00:49]Okay the sun rise from the east, the west marked by the beast
[00:52]The crime rate in my city still risin' like yeast
[00:55]My young homie said, "Fuck school" and hit the block
[00:58]I try to tell him, "Be thankful for the shit you got"
[01:01]Cause ain't nobody gon' do nothin' for you
[01:04]They gave the ghetto dope to hang ourselves then kick the bucket for you
[01:07]Still throwin' rocks at the pen, full of dope spot
[01:10]My homie just got out and locked up again
[01:13]Cause ain't no discipline (Not at all)
[01:14]Speakin' frankly, it's all about the Benjamins
[01:17]More chiefs than Indians
[01:18]That's why I just be playin' my part (my part)
[01:20]Keep doin' my thing thing
[01:22]My phone like a telethon, it always go ring ring
[01:25]My hands cash registered, they always go ching ching
[01:28]Call me Joe Blow, cause I'm smokin' that mean green
[01:31]Gotta stay high to deal with all these characters
[01:34]Cash rules everything all over America
[02:02]Na nigga, we tryin' to ball nigga
[02:05]Bullets ejecting enter give him a hot winter
[02:08]From a nobody nigga to top-tener
[02:11]To bitches givin' head just hopin' that I remember
[02:14]Obama lied, ain't see shit changed
[02:17]The cocaine came, with no shame, we does our thing
[02:19]My gang go bang, his blog be tHe same
[02:22]Her block be the same
[02:23]I just migHt get rid of tHat range and cop me a plane
[02:26]I'm ghetto fabulous, not corporate but nigga rich
[02:29]Jesus Christ can't believe tHis sHit
[02:31]The pistol on me make me feel grave
[02:34]Ya man murked could make you feel hate
[02:36]A murder squad get the ?
[02:39]God couldn't help me with the bills I pay
[02:41]So I'm stealin' the collection plate
[02:43]Prayed to him, guess he answered late
[02:46]On my knees just tired of tryin' to get His attention
[02:48]So fuck it, I'm back to bitchin'
[03:15]Everybody on welfare,nobody got healthcare
[03:17]War goin' on right here, the president well aware
[03:20]Come through your city, but won't visit the ghetto there
[03:24]We in our own world from California to Delaware
[03:27]The black market, yeah the hood be arrangin'
[03:30]How the prices be inflatin' all the goods we exchangin'
[03:33]To be doctor was my earlier plan
[03:35]Til experience let me know I had the world in my hand
[03:39]Now I got so many girls in my pants
[03:42]Don't know if they reachin' for me, or the Jacksons and grams
[03:45]I see my fans, they all happen to ask
[03:48]Young Bo, when you gon' put the game back in the trance?
[03:51]I'm like, "I'm on it, I'm on it"
[03:53]You see how I be doin' it
[03:54]I feel it then I record it, sound the same when I'm performing
[03:57]To tell the truth, the crack game was never boring
[04:00]Bet they'll be the best memories we talk about tourin'