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we young black men...
we young black men...
we young black men..
we young black men..
we young black men..

Brothers,let's go!

My brothers came in on Monday in the Studio
my tape started in radio,
I'm willing to listen to them no voice in the Studio
they want to be or songs sounded for all country
to be or songs played throughout the territory
on their tracks you want to a lot of money
through not which time my brothers left the Studio,
I quickly went to the window,watching what they do,
through that time the cops drove up to our district
we walked quietly down the street,
one freak shouted to us to \"Stand\"
we didn't even stop,we abruptly ran for tape,
I thought those bastards will come back here,
these cops want to catch us,
here,shit! these dogs came here
I was in fear ,I have one idea,
quickly run away from here,now that we are not caught,
my text was not taught,send it to the cops:Fuck the Police
these police are not good,
they never say your hands in the air,hands behind head,
and put black niggers in prison
everything is exactly the niggas out of prison,
because the fucking cops can't catch'em,young black men...

we young black men.......
Brothers let's go!...
we young black men.......
Brothers let's go!...
we young black men.......
Brothers let's go!...
we young black men.......
Brothers let's go!...

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