[INTRO]
"Blacks were allowed neither separate-but-equal nor minimally adequate public and/or private education. They were forbidden to excel in almost all professions. Food could be obtained primarily by the use of Federal food stamps issued through the then Department of Health, Education and Welfare (HEW). During and following the Vietnam conflict, greater police and drug inducement activity (the opiate/somnambulant social equations of alcohol, heroin, and the animal tranquilizer PCP popularly termed booze, skagg, and angel dust) took place in the Urban Camp and steadily increased throughout the 70’s"
[VERSE 1: TNT]
I ain’t got shit to lose
I'm tired of paying my dues
And every time I turn around
I’m sitting, singing the blues
I got no place to go
And I can’t find no ho
And every time I think it’s fast
It always turns slow-mo
See, you may think it’s funny
But it’s all about money
With no dough there's no ho
And no money, no honey
So I got to find a way to make the ultimate kill
Get away from it all and make the big dollar bills
Get my life in check
Maybe break some necks
Come back with the loot and get big respect
No, I’m not like the others
I'll be a paid motherfucker
Keep my shit undercover
And keep away from the suckers
Either way you go I got two roads to choose
It don’t matter to me
Cause I ain’t got shit to lose
"Blacks were allowed neither separate-but-equal nor minimally adequate public and/or private education. They were forbidden to excel in almost all professions. Food could be obtained primarily by the use of Federal food stamps issued through the then Department of Health, Education and Welfare (HEW). During and following the Vietnam conflict, greater police and drug inducement activity (the opiate/somnambulant social equations of alcohol, heroin, and the animal tranquilizer PCP popularly termed booze, skagg, and angel dust) took place in the Urban Camp and steadily increased throughout the 70’s"
[VERSE 1: TNT]
I ain’t got shit to lose
I'm tired of paying my dues
And every time I turn around
I’m sitting, singing the blues
I got no place to go
And I can’t find no ho
And every time I think it’s fast
It always turns slow-mo
See, you may think it’s funny
But it’s all about money
With no dough there's no ho
And no money, no honey
So I got to find a way to make the ultimate kill
Get away from it all and make the big dollar bills
Get my life in check
Maybe break some necks
Come back with the loot and get big respect
No, I’m not like the others
I'll be a paid motherfucker
Keep my shit undercover
And keep away from the suckers
Either way you go I got two roads to choose
It don’t matter to me
Cause I ain’t got shit to lose
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