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And every time another kid shot down, face down, laid out,bleedin' out on the school grounds;And every time a little girl get sent, by a grown man pimp,selling everything waist down;And every time another wife gets snatched, car-jacked, getslapped, straight raped in the worst way;And every time a little boy's paralyzed with a bullet in thespine cause a thug had a bad day;We should act like a cop did it.Go crazy, mosh-pit it. Just roll, just rock with it. Life islife and death is death so baby why should it matter if Idid it? I'ma ride to the finish. All the grown men and womenbeen tryin' to make the killin' stop. We need justice, andit don't matter the color, a trigger happy thug or a triggerhappy cop. But let's act like a cop did it.YOU GET YOURS, YEAH, AND I'LL GET MINE.NO ONE HERE'S GONNA GET OUTTA LINE.WE ARE LIVING IN TROUBLED TIMES.WE'RE COMIN' UP, YEAH WE'RE GONNA SURVIVE.I have a reverence for life, I hate it when we lose it inthe night. Ass whipped shootin' cause you losin' in a fight.15, cruisin' in a buick feelin' right. Drunk and high 'tilLetras de cancionesyou lose it and you lose your whole life. And then we lighta candle and we put you on a shirt. And then we bow ourheads and we cry cause it hurts. And the preacher man tellsus God had a plan so you had to go to heaven, only Godunderstands.A lot of real people that was raised in the hood and theyrep for the hood and they sweat for the hood. Wage war onkillers messin' the hood and they protest the systemstressin' the hood. Feelin' like I might be next in the hoodface down with a bullet in my back on the track. Just makesure if I get clapped in the back it don't matter if themurderer is BLUE or he's BLACK.YOU GET YOURS, YEAH, AND I'LL GET MINE.NO ONE HERE'S GONNA GET OUTTA LINE.WE ARE LIVING IN TROUBLED TIMES.WE'RE COMIN' UP, YEAH WE'RE GONNA SURVIVE.Just lift every voice and scream. For the women and thechildren that live in pain. And the 18 and ups that vote forchange and look down and see they're still shackled up inchains. I'ma start with home. Label it a no wrong zone getsome other grown folks we can guard our own. Draw a line inthe concrete, set the tone. Come up in here wrong and wesnappin' bones. Little kids can't even walk across thestreet, without you ridin' by doin' 93. And you kickin' inthe doors of these families, stealin' everything they workedfor and leave with ease. It don't matter if you cops or youthugs or you dope fiend pimps on the block. LISTEN! Goddon't discriminate. He gone bring the sword anyway but I'maact like a cop did it. From Letras Mania