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glocks\n[00:41.35] Comin' on the block tryin' to rock knots\n[00:43.68] Pigs be actin' like they bigga than us niggaz from da streets\n[00:46.33] 'Cuz we stalk mad deep when they walk beats\n[00:49.29] I guess they hold a grudge 'cuz I won't budge\n[00:51.35] Playin' tough, starin' down da judge with my hands cuffed\n[00:54.46] Standing there with my nappy hair and my dirty gear, aw yeah\n[00:58.21] Now, I'm up outta here\n[00:59.88] Pigs look me up and down with a frown\n[01:02.17] Is it 'cuz I'm brown or is it I'm from Bucktown?\n[01:05.39] Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz\n[01:06.81] Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz\n[01:09.80] Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz\n[01:12.42] Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz\n[01:15.39] Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz\n[01:17.96] Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz\n[01:20.32] Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz\n[01:23.43] Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz\n[01:26.05] Got 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(Violence on the rise)\nLock your doors, nobody's safe\nYou know what I'm sayin'? 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