Trouble in town, because they cut my brother down
Because my sister can't wear her crown
There's trouble, there's trouble in town
Blood on the beach, oh my goodness
There's blood on the beach
Lore of the jungle, or the lore of the street
There's blood on, there's blood on the beach
And I get no shelter, and I get no peace
And I never get released
Trouble in town, because they hung my brother brown
Because the system just keep it down
This trouble, this trouble in town
And I get no shelter, and I get no peace
And I just get more policed
And I get no comfort, and I get no name
Everything is getting strange
Best friends
What's that?
What's his name?
X (Standby, sir)
Alright, is that X your middle name?
Of course, it's on a vehicle ID, right?
You gettin' smart? 'Cause you'll be in a f*cking car with him
F*cking smartass (just tellin' you)
I'm asking you what the X is, is that your middle name?
Of course, what is it?
Don't come back with the "what is it?" f*cking shit
Talk to these f*cking pigs on the street that way
You ain't talking to me that way
I don't talk to nobody in the streets, I don't hang with nobody
Well then don't come to f*cking Philadelphia, stay in Jersey
I have family out here
Everybody thinks they're a f*cking lawyer and they don't know jackshit
Are you supposed to grab me like this?
Grab you up? I'll grab you any way I got to
You're not protecting me while I'm trying, while I'm trying to go to work
Why don't you shut up?
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