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[A.G] Before becoming a runaway slave, here's a taste of Mental slavery. A backtrack... ("You don't catch hell because you're a Methodist or a Baptist You don't catch hell because you're a Democrat or Republilcan You don't catch hell because you're a Mason or an Elk And you sure don't catch hell because you're an American Because if you were an American you wouldn't catch no hell You catch hell because you're a black man.") Check it, many try to come close Rest in peace to the deceased and the rest are comatose I'm not a joke and I go for broke And while I'm laughing you'll be gagging from the motherf**ing gunsmoke Walk the streets and I play for keeps And while I entertain s**ers stay six feet deep It was good while it lasted Broken bones and a**es, tombstones and caskets I got fleeced, I'm not strapped, I'm a get you back Me saying "Mayday" with an AK, picture that Getting my props while you're propless And if you try and escape, we'll take grandma for hostage I carry my joint Hoping to smoke a s**er just to keep on point When Dre's team goes to extremes call up an M.D Wetting a strip til my whole clip is empty Oh-ops and tecs ready to wreck the site Whoever's next to step is knifed in broad daylight Don't try to run, you'll get blocked off I got spotted by a cop, so now that cop is knocked off If I get back I get out with the quickness The D.A., the judge and the jury's on my hitlist Dressed in black with a hoodie and a low hat (What you did?) Spoke to the witness, now the witness don't know jack The Giant and his crew are ill We're sick-a** convicts, we're hard to k** My boys from New York (Is hard to k**) The brothers from Jersey (Is hard to k**) I say out in Philly (Is hard to k**) And the brothers in Boston (Is hard to k**) To all my peeps in Cali (Is hard to k**) Don't forget about Atlanta (Is hard to k**) To all my boys in Connecticut (Is hard to k**) To my crew in Texas (Is hard to k**) I'm around the way, 141st and 3rd 40 bottles on the curb and my man got the bag of herb Another brother tried to get ill And try to take me out on my block, he forgot I was hard to k** I ran for cover so the brother missed He hit my man in the head, now Ed is dead, yo what is this? I won't stop until I see him rest He got popped by the cops, too late for the EMS Ain't no chance for survival (Why's that?) He tried to go head on, now he's dead on arrival Now you know I don't play around Cause the clown is face down and uptown is his burial ground You want beef? Well the more the merrier And I'm a bury that man's clan in the same area My entourage is fully strapped Turning your hard bodyguards to wussy, and p**y cats You know how we do it Putting the Glock to the test, go get your vest, I'm going right through it He survived in intensive care Did the impossible in the hospital (Knocked him off right there) I'm an expert at disposal You see, everyone goes, on foes I'm k**ing hoes too Nobody takes the witness stand Your a** is out, I'm cleaning n***as out like Spic 'n' Span You want beef with a mastermind? But it's fine, pa** the nine, now it's disaster time I love conflict and confrontation k**ing enemies worse than Kennedy's a**a**ination But that's not my style I just got buckwild so I could prove I was versatile Styles go on and on A.G. is all about peace, speaking of peace, now I'm gone To the brothers in D.C. (Is hard to k**) And the brothers in VA (Is hard to k**) Down in North Carolina (Is hard to k**) How about the brothers in Maryland? (Is hard to k**)