Key: D# minor•
Verse 1
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Turn the beat up,
Verse 2
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New york, New york, wake up LA
Wave hi to the Chi,
let's get right today
I heard them lil' niggas takin'
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their life away
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I heard a couple lil' niggas got life today
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Is it farrakhan, buddha, or christ today?
she doin' it twice a day
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I strap up, no I ain't throwin' dice today
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When you got money on yo
head it's a price to pay
And it get cold in the hood,
But a cracker shoot a whole church
up and it's "oh well"
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Oh well, oh well
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Hang him with a confederate flag in his cell
Let him sit there and rot 'til his
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body turns to bones
Just remember who casted
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Say hi to the Chi, celebrate to the Bay
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No hesitation like steph,
shoot it right in your face
Cause I'm a golden state
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when we're trapped in a cage?
Some shit just never make
sense like magic and aids
Some shit just never make sense like
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bashin' the gays
it's traffic today
Niggas trappin' today just
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like back in the day
We like roc- a- fella records,
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And that dirty sprite 2 shit slappin' today
And my feregammo belt
where that ratchet stay
Cause the police killing too
many blacks today
I wake up in the morning like who
gon' pass away?
Who gon' blast today? who
gon' have to pray?"
New york, New york
Good morning LA my nigga haze
Outro 1
blew him and his wife away
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsEbm Cb Bbm Gb
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