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    Field Nigga Boogie

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    Take it back to the days when we raised us up
    'Fore coward-ass rap made the game corrupt
    P-Dog in the cut back to bring the pain
    Puttin' wood on they ass can't stand the rain
    And bring heat over beats, and scratch the itch
    In a no spin-zone fuck a scanadalous bitch
    It's the return of the Bush Killa back to bust
    Just us for the justice, In God We Trust
    I rush truth to the youth - and shine the light
    Take the red pill, open up ya eyes to life
    In this land of these crack fiends sheep and moles
    See us overthrow the hold of this devil control
    And roll deep - (keep it underground for the streets)
    I'm the last cell - (hit em outta bounds, retreat)
    We like ants in this war dance, if one falls
    Ten more's in his place to advance the cause, it's all
    Raw shit
    Hell yeah!
    It's the raw shit
    Hell yeah!
    Do you want the raw shit?
    Hell yeah!
    Everybody Sayin'
    That's the Bomb -(what?) That's the Bomb
    Gotta have the raw shit
    Hell yeah!
    Comin' with the raw shit
    Hell yeah!
    Do you need the raw shit?
    Hell yeah!
    Everybody Sayin'
    That's the Bomb -(come on) That's the Bomb
    I bust a shot and these pigs all dash like renta cops
    These punk ass devils'll never stop
    Fuck em all, I draw, they fall
    Bitch, I was raw, ballin' back in the days of "yes y'alls"
    Gotta make a fuss, nigga bust an' ride
    See it in my eyes, speak truth or die
    Amerikkka's the motherfuckin' beast and I'm,
    Still the same, nigga snatchin' sheets for mine
    Back on the map, and we fade to black
    Fuck rap, see us pickin' off pigs with straps
    And bust on they compound, take control
    Of the precinct, leave 'em all stank an' cold
    It's no justice no motherfuckin' peace, say it
    No justice no motherfuckin' peace, believe
    Long as niggas gettin' beat by these pigs we shoot
    Outta coupes - fuck peace and the boys in blue, we do the
    Raw shit
    Hell yeah!
    It's the raw shit
    Hell yeah!
    Do you want the raw shit?
    Hell yeah!
    Everybody Sayin'
    That's the Bomb -(what?) That's the Bomb
    Gotta have the raw shit
    Hell yeah!
    Comin' with the raw shit
    Hell yeah!
    Do you need the raw shit?
    Hell yeah!
    Everybody Sayin'
    That's the Bomb -(come on) That's the Bomb
    To protect and to serve is a myth to us
    They protect they shit and serve sticks to us
    Fuck a waterhose nigga, those days is thru
    All a pig gotta do nowadays is shoot
    But who police the police when they
    Beat brothers to the ground like - everyday
    What I'm sayin', what if niggas start shootin' 'em back?
    Spit caps outta gats 'till the beast collapse?
    With an eye for an eye, ain't no time to play
    With an eye for an eye - it's the Amerikkkan way
    Do it big see the jig split wigs of foes
    Bust shots at these pigs - nigga dig the flow and
    Hear us all say "power to the people" combined
    Hold court in the streets till these pigs comply
    Niggas got no choice but to ride or die
    Put this beast on it's back - genocide's the plight, we bring the
    Raw shit
    Hell yeah!
    It's the raw shit
    Hell yeah!
    Do you want the raw shit?
    Hell yeah!
    Everybody Sayin�
    That's the Bomb -(what?) That's the Bomb
    Gotta have the raw shit
    Hell yeah!
    Comin' with the raw shit
    Hell yeah!
    Do you need the raw shit?
    Hell yeah!
    Everybody Sayin�
    That's the Bomb -(come on) That's the Bomb
    Unless ya wanna live on your knees, throw down (4x)
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