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boaz – america lyrics

power to the people

we got more crack in the ghetto than makin’ grow in
columbia
put this sh-t right in front of ya (yup! this is
america)
we’ve got more guns than the hall than soldiers out on
the line
see hustlers out on their grind (i can get rich in
america)
and we all just tryna make it all around the world
but don’t you never mistake (ain’t no place like
america)
and your pride gets hard to swallow when everything
controlled by that almighty dollar
(we don’t fear god in america)

ok the sun rise from the east, the west smoke by the
piece
the crime rate in my city still rising like niss
my young homie said f-ck school and hit the block
i tried to tell him be thankful for the sh-t you got
cuz ain’t n-body gon do nothing for you (nah)
they gave the ghetto dope to hang ourselves then kick
the bucket for you
still throwin’ rocks at the pen from the dope spot
my home boy just got out and locked up again
cuz ain’t no dissup (not at all)
speaking frankly, it’s all about the benjamins
more chiefs than indians
that’s why i just be playin’ my part part
keep doing my thing thing
my phone like a telefine, it’s always gon ring ring
my hands cash register, they always go ching ching
call me joe blow cuz i’m smokin’ that lean green
gotta stay high to deal with all these characters
cash rules everything all over america

nah n-gg-, we tryin’ to ball n-gg-
well it’s ejectin’ into getting my hot winner
from a n-body n-gg- to top tenner
to b-tches give you the head, just hopin’ that i
remember
obama lied, ain’t see sh-t changed
the cocaine came, with no shame we does our thing
my gang go bang, this block we’re the same
our block be the same, i might just get rid of that
rage
and cup me a plane, i’m ghetto fabulous
not corporate but n-gg- rich
jesus christ can’t believe this sh-t
the pistol on me make me feel great
your mad murk can make you feel hate
murder squad, get your sale first
god couldn’t help me with the bills i paid
so i’m still in the collection play
pray to him and get the answer late
on my knees, just tired of trying to get his attention
so f-ck it, i’m back to this sh-t

everybody on welfare, n-body got health care
the war going on right here
the president well aware
come to your city but we’ll visit the ghetto there
we in our own world from california to delaware
the black mafia
yea, the hood be arrangin’ how the prices be inflated
on the goods we exchangin’
ain’t got the d-mn
to be a doctor was my earlier plan
still experience let me know i had the world in my
hands
now i got so many girls in my pants
don’t know if they’re reaching for me or the jacksons
and grants
i see my fans, they all hoppin’ the aks
young bo, will you go put the game back in a trance?
i’m like i’m on it i’m on it
you see how i be doing it
i feel it then i record it
sound the same when i perform it
to tell the truth, the crack game was never borer
let them be the best memories we talk about tourin’
gie

- boaz lyrics

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