Dead Prez
Dead Prez - Food, Clothes + Shelter, Pt. 2 lyrics
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chorus Undercover Pigs jumping out of cabs niggas get nabbed i seen it with my own eyes on orange ave in tallahasee florida where i was raised by my elders taught me the fundamentals of food clothes and shelter. they got big plans for you nigga dead or in jail they got ya big pun, big small, big l. smell me nigga i'm a keep gangsta keep it marcus keep it malcolm why you keep on drowning in gold and platinum albums. why i don't why die for diamonds in africa why i don't want the people to tell lies why i don't want ta fuck an american pie why they don't want the people to ask why. Food(x3) clothes(x3) and shelter I'm not a marxist i'm a marked man with dark skin just like the nigga sleep on a park bench sittin on the corner sippin a corona peeping all the drama keeping to himself get hip to shit most niggas'll sleep through uncle tom niggas can't stand my crew we put the truth out that's why they try to ban the crew can't let them crackers get they hands on you i ain't got no faith in your bible i'm safe with a rifle. I'm sick of lying fo ya malcolm x ain't dying fo ya niggas don't go platinum records go platinum niggas be happy if anything come back to them jack your rims of your lexus snatch your necklace and sell it off to give the homeless a hot breakfast food, food, food clothes, shelter chorus it's about red black green if you black you need green