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We, we are the champions, we can't stopCause you just can't keep themRuff Ryders down, down, downBy any means necessary, I'mma hold down traditionWhite tee, blue jeans, yeah, I fit the descriptionKnow what's richer for the drugs in our waistWe dark so they put the flashlight in our faceRacial profiling send me straight to the islandHit me with the night stick, the captain start smilingThe foul smell of the ghetto will burn your nose hairIt's forbidden, so no one goes thereThe struggle never stops 'til we wake up to spoiled milkAnd roaches crawling out our cereal boxThey feed us lies, blind our eyesIf you're hand's the same color as mine's, black man riseTo all my hustlers pumping cracks behind the buildingsGhetto children this is how we livingAll my gangsta soldiers in the prisonDon't worry it's a totally new beginningTo all my hustlers pumping cracks behind the buildingsGhetto children this is how we livingLetras de cancionesAll my gangsta soldiers in the prisonDon't worry it's a totally new beginningMy people's been in the cage for criminal waysFor the fact that we couldn't take minimum wageWe had stacks in the back of the buildingBrothers is crooks but we still read books to the childrenNow I keep my mind in the movementTime in the movement 'cause the ghetto need a lot of improvementNow we gotta plan for the future and watch for the manCause they don't cuff you no more, they just shoot yaTime for a new beginning, revolution is comingSee the bullets out the Kruger spinningAnd we ain't gon' stand down, we gon' stand upBlack man, black power, put your black hands upTo all my hustlers pumping cracks behind the buildingsGhetto children this is how we livingAll my gangsta soldiers in the prisonDon't worry it's a totally new beginningTo all my hustlers pumping cracks behind the buildingsGhetto children this is how we livingAll my gangsta soldiers in the prisonDon't worry it's a totally new beginningI used to wear bow ties and listen to FarrakhanNow I'm on the block like the strip is a marathonThe hood ain't been the same since Malcolm and King goneTales from the hood is what I sing on a rap songEverybody petrified ever since 9/11The hood was under attack before 9/11Tell me how we got crack and automatic weapons?My worst nightmare is Bush getting re-electedThe jails is packed, everybody stressed outGimme the key and I'm letting all the lifers outSo they could rebuild and work for a dollar billTake the shackles off ya mind, we running outta timeTo all my hustlers pumping cracks behind the buildingsGhetto children this is how we livingAll my gangsta soldiers in the prisonDon't worry it's a totally new beginningTo all my hustlers pumping cracks behind the buildingsGhetto children this is how we livingAll my gangsta soldiers in the prisonDon't worry it's a totally new beginning From Letras Mania