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YING YANG TWINS LYRICS

"Ghetto Classics"

War, we at war, we at war, we at war, we at-- 
Gimme my rifle, gimme my rifle, gimme my rifle, gimme my rifle 

Lets get this motherfucker back crunk 
This is gonna be me and my niggas 
Holdin triggers in our back bump 
To take back what we once had 
We dont give a damn about the enemies 
Send they out to baghdad 
They put a nigga on the frontline 
But when it come to gettin ahead 
They put ya way behind 
And they supports in minimum wage 
They dont give a choice to niggas 
They thinkin we still slaves 
Every nigga's got some thug in him 
Every nigga's got some love in him 
Every nigga's got a grudge in him 
Every nigga's got a mug in him 
And every nigga busts a slug in him 
Now like a cat, bitch, we'll skin em 
Yall niggas aint holdin my venom, check yourself 
I'ma drop your ass off, bitch 
As soon as i loosen my motherfuckin belt, ah 

[Hook:]
1 for the money, 2 for the thugs 
3 for the projects, 4 for the love 
Y'all gimme my rifle, we moving by bus 
And if ya moving too fast they'll get ya caught up like 
Ooh, them ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics (ghetto) 
Ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics 
Time for us to find just a little piece of mind, talkin bout 
Them ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics 

We just black people gone and lost our mind 
We just really trying to draw the line 
Before it left our eyes 
Before we get left behind 
Let me tell you something about hard times 
Before we used to walk 
Before we had life in the dry 
And 911 wasnt known outside 
We didnt know how to read 
We didnt know how to write 
All we did was sing all day and all night 
Then when they let us start learning 
You all lose y'all mind 
And y'all forgot about the earlier times 
When Martin Luther King had a dream 
That one day we'd walk together 
We really need to get it together 
Kids stay in school 
Learn all you can 
Graduate, go to college, get knowledge 
Then we shall overcome, yes we can, we 
In the urge of faith we can demand it, for real 

[Hook]

Hup, 2, 3, 4 
What the hell are we fighting for? 
Passing off 
Relationship's done what spore 
Thats why they got the door 
More time, hoot hoot 
Aim aim, shoot shoot 
Aint nothing but the young kids they recruit 
Its a wonder they dont come home in they suit 
I took away some time 
Thinkin how i could, should, would be 
If everybody in the world was free 
No crime nobody doing wrong 
Everybody getting along 
But when i step into reality 
This world is sore 
And thats why we at war 
Killin ourselves over bullshit 
That we valued more than life 
Y'all people better to get right, cause...

[Thanks to jeason (jeasonb8@yahoo.com) for these lyrics]