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Jeru the Damaja - Invasion lyrics
Verse One: Police all on my dick like I shot somebody Cause of these big ass lips and I rock my locks knotty Life is getting hectic Tupac got shot in the nuts You saw cops was corrupt when Rodney King got fucked up With friends like these who needs enemies Constantly harassing filling up my nuts like a Klansman Snatching up a nigga for nuttin I heard bad guys wear black So I guess I'm the motherfucking villain Under pressure they got me under pressure What's your name your address and phone number Your occupation come down to the station There's been a robbery they claim a nigga fit the description It can't be, so I slides out on em In ninety-five you gotta catch a nigga, if you want him One to three, and five to ten Bullies in blue suits Son with automatic weapons I'm stressed, ready to blow up somethin The beast keep frontin, invasion Verse Two: I was forced into a life of crime Career criminal, now my career is crime My mind is in a fucked up state A brainwashed state, is the black man's fate, in the ground or locked down upstate, when I was young I used to shoot for the stars but got shot down by demons in patrol cars Stars good cop, bad cop, stick up the crack spot The ave won't get hot til one of their crew gets shot Ask, Larry Davis, how much they took Cops and crooks, but who's the crooks? Take a nigga to jail, make bail, guilty or innocent The system gets ten percent Frontin like you're doin somethin But you ain't sayin nothin, invasion Verse Three: Come up in my cipher best believe I'ma dip on that ass Beast-boy I'm professional heart of the ghetto raised, in the ways of thugs Dodgin slugs, takin slugs, driving stolen automobiles skills fantastical Living life on the edge it's dramatic, mad drama I'm a fanatic, adrenalin addict Getaway car, stick shit or automatic Where's my crew at, you got your crew scopin for a nigga up and down the Ave, it makes me laugh Eat my nuts, eat my dust I won't spend the night locked up or in handcuffs Cuz in the conrete jungle, I got the right stuff Smooth operator, pilot and navigator Break out from oppression, my mission to escape The, invasion |
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