Charles Hamilton - The N Word lyrics

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Charles Hamilton - The N Word lyrics

[Verse 1:] Yo, where my neighbors at from the left to the right? I'm the illest neighbor that step to the mic These neighbors ain't ready for the mess that I write So I'll call you n***as neighbors for the rest of the night You close to me, but only geographically So I dare one of you neighbors to come battle me Neighbor please, I was sick with ill sh** I bring home improvement like Mr. Wilson At least in the music sense, can't see me little neighbor So move the fence, dense- Is how I describe you neighbors Your facts don't add up, I'll divide you neighbors I know where to find you neighbors And I'll die for my neighbors when I'm high from vapors And that don't mean that I'm soft when I'm sober 'cuz real neighbors know that Charles is a soldier [Hook:] Did you hear what he said? What goes on in his head? He got a lot of time on his hands "I simply respond I am a man" Turn it up a little bit Turn it up a little bit (Please won't you be- please won't you be- my neighbor) [Verse 2:] Most of you neighbors is wack Gettin' paper from rap 'cuz what you say on the track is as plain as a fact Aight, whatever, but I'mma be livin' the rebel life forever I hate my neighbors like I live next to a convicted s** offender You best remember I'm 21, 11-10-08, so I keep a deuce-deuce like next November So clap all you neighbors, Hi neighbor! Zone out like a bunch of high neighbors You see me? Hi neighbors! I live life like God is my neighbor Stay comin' off the top like fly paper A bold thought got managed by a violator I'm f**in' busy right now, try later You don't like it then go ahead and die neighbor [Hook] [Verse 3:] Am I try'na get rid of "n***a"? Nah, I'm just try'na get rid of n***as I'm sick of n***as like I'm the white family when Vivian and Phil moved in the city for real It got worse when some hood neighbor moved in But it's not neighborish for me to shoot them But it IS neighborish for me to shoot them NBC, nothin' but neighbors Charles Hamilton, nothin' but paper Go online and see nothing but haters See some old friends, they want nothin' but favors I got too much to lose, I'll f** 'em up later (My neighbor) told me to k** 'em with kindness So I'll k** myself and let you visit where I live (Please won't you be- please won't you be- my neighbor) [Hook]

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