All We Got Left is the Beat LL COOL J

[Intro]
Ey, ey, check it out homie
Man, you need to get up out of this spot man
And get a job man before you get smoked man
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah son...)
I know you don't wanna hear it man
But, ey, man, wait, hold up loc. you got company man
(where's my guns?)

[Verse 1]
When I'm ridin' on the street I hear gunshots (rare shots)
(swear) crack niggas cause they moms missed flips
So black man really care about politics
In the ninety's, our governments so slick
I watch CNN sometimes and I realize
They're playin' tricks on my mind
They want a man to work with his hands
Too young to die, and they don't give a damn
Rare-momma got down on her knees
But not no more, god damn it, I make cheese
I'm on the move and I'ma show and prove
You might cry to my political groove
Rest in peace, Sauce Brothers underneath
I love you to death while my beats' like a reef
In the middle of the night on the city streets
The only thing we got left is the beat