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South suicide Queens Brooklyn All my soldiers gather up all your arms Let's go to war niggas Onyx, Dead Prez [Verse 1 - Fredro Starr] This is America's nightmare Red, black, green and don't give a fuck Just wanna get free and live it up Fuck a 9 to 5, and labels trying to slave us Busting 12 gauges, breaking your minds out the cages Crips and bloods banging in New York, that's outrageous Protesting is hopeless We putting lasers and scopes on the toasters Shooting at the police in the streets is the focus Roll with the rush, it's that official nas Got soldiers with pistols that blast We living in the last My theory is fuck it until the system ain't corrupted To the public I'm conducted through ghetto clips and armor metal Busting at the feds or Berettas, we never settle Til the Rockefeller laws get better We all trapped in the hood fucking all together It's war forever So guns up, if the cops run up on ya Hold down your corner, and cock a four pound on em [Verse 2 - M1] Multiple shots, heard on the block And my niggas is popping the cops All up in the hood, it's hot Living life with my back against the wall, it's over Open and sober, holding pistolas and repping my culture Get it or die trying, us against them, freedom or death This how we on it when it ain't nothing left Ain't getting locked up no more, ain't buying your raw Rocking it up, coming for mine, cocking it up This is the last day, hour, minute and second So I'm screaming "fuck they law," and carry my weapon Warrior code, shoot and reload, and we taking back what we are owed We dividing it with my soldiers You dare to struggle, you dare to win To the OGs and the veterans, spreading that ghetto medicine This is my last day, on my word and my balls When the people army rise, then the system will fall [Hook] These the last dayz (get yours!) (repeat x4) [Verse 3 - stic.man] Just talking bout takin my own life, into my own hands RBG, refine, be a grown man See that's what I'm doing, cause I know it's inside of me All I gotta do is just bring it to reality, it's Fuck the government, but still I gotta pay the rent So yeah, I'm for the caper most definite Keeping it militant, focused, intelligent Pimping the system is basic common sense It's still fuck the pig, black power ain't dead All that red, white, and blue shit be going to y'all head, see We break bread, it's like a game or a sport Gotta train everyday to keep your team on point Cause still to this day our reparations ain't paid And you can see it in the poverty around the way It ain't even our own people on BET So they gotta get it from somebody, it might as well be me Besides, a nigga gotta eat when he hungry You see how they sent troops to war for they country Niggas worldwide need an army of one This revolution to the fullest, put the bullets in the gun nigga [Hook] These the last dayz (get yours!) (repeat x8) [Verse 4 - Sticky Fingaz] Ayo these niggas in the streets ain't ready for no revolution But neither am I, I'm at the club getting stupid I ain't got no time to think about who's really oppressing me I'm too ready to smash the first nigga stressing me Far as I'm concerned they got us trained so well Look like we doing a good job of killing ourselves It don't take heart to pull a trigger, so I'm glad that I'm heartless Killing easy, living with it was the hard shit I done broke every rule in the Good Book Trust me, I memorized The Anarchist's Cookbook This nigga here ain't as dumb as you think I could make a bomb with the shit that's under your sink My name is a number, they trying violate my probation Fuck it! Throw me in jail, I need a vacation Our future is fucked, it don't do no use to pray My views is the same views of the youth today The last dayz nigga These the last dayz (get yours!)
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