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    Police all on my dick like I shot somebody
    Cause of these big ass lips and I rock my locks knotty
    Life is getting hectic Tupac got shot in the nuts
    You saw cops was corrupt when Rodney King got fucked up
    With friends like these who needs enemies
    Constantly harassing filling up my nuts like a Klansman
    Snatching up a nigga for nuttin I heard bad guys wear black
    So I guess I'm the motherfucking villain
    Under pressure they got me under pressure
    What's your name your address and phone number
    Your occupation come down to the station
    There's been a robbery they claim a nigga fit the description
    It can't be, so I slides out on em
    In ninety-five you gotta catch a nigga, if you want him
    One to three, and five to ten
    Bullies in blue suits Son with automatic weapons
    I'm stressed, ready to blow up somethin
    The beast keep frontin, invasion

    I was forced into a life of crime
    Career criminal, now my career is crime
    My mind is in a fucked up state
    A brainwashed state, is the black man's fate, in the ground
    or locked down upstate, when I was young I used to shoot for the stars
    but got shot down by demons in patrol cars
    Stars good cop, bad cop, stick up the crack spot
    The ave won't get hot til one of their crew gets shot
    Ask, Larry Davis, how much they took
    Cops and crooks, but who's the crooks?
    Take a nigga to jail, make bail, guilty or innocent
    The system gets ten percent
    Frontin like you're doin somethin
    But you ain't sayin nothin, invasion

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    Come up in my cipher best believe I'ma dip on that ass
    Beast-boy I'm professional heart of the ghetto
    raised, in the ways of thugs
    Dodgin slugs, takin slugs, driving stolen automobiles
    skills fantastical
    Living life on the edge it's dramatic, mad drama
    I'm a fanatic, adrenalin addict
    Getaway car, stick shit or automatic
    Where's my crew at, you got your crew scopin
    for a nigga up and down the Ave, it makes me laugh
    Eat my nuts, eat my dust
    I won't spend the night locked up or in handcuffs
    Cuz in the conrete jungle, I got the right stuff
    Smooth operator, pilot and navigator
    Break out from oppression, my mission to escape
    The, invasion

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    Composición: Curtis Mayfield, Chris E. Martin y Jeru the Damaja

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