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  • [verse 1]Celebrity the new drug
    In america
    Gotta have it
    Gotta be it
    So the young ones see it
    Watch out now
    Looka here now
    In these get rich or die tryin times
    Greed that i see
    Got these cats
    Whipped by tv3 generations of fatherless women
    We drownin instead of swimmin
    This aint what yall asked for
    Thats what they locked ya ass up for
    And closed the door
    Beyond these streets
    These kids is always watchin
    See it aint been the same
    Since teen summitt left the game
    Off the air, who cares?
    Now kids get programmed
    Ask their peoples
    Who buy them almost everything the stars wear
    People see , people do
    See the new pied pipers
    Got a hold on you
    Back to the boogaloo
    Get a shot
    So you wont catch the flu
    Dont get shot
    And get a hole in you[verse 2]
    Im talkin advanced
    But goin back at the same time
    RewindSo what, some of this song dont rhyme
    Like i said
    Most of us get ghetto at the wrong time
    FearSo leave a little room for god
    Up in here
    Back in the day
    Even real pimps, hustlers, players
    Told young cats
    Cmon get their lives on track
    These raps you hear today
    Is a bad ass act
    Im here to tell it
    Like it ought to be
    It aint no kids fault to me35 year olds
    Actin 16Know what i mean
    You dont work, mean you dont eat
    You need more than a ball
    And some bomb ass beats
    New kicks on your feet
    Need your mind in these time
    To compete
    Make your world complete
    Sweet not sour
    Thats what they really call fightin the power[verse 3]
    Here it is , no fable
    I put it all on the table
    Spendin my time
    Identifyin whos behind
    Some of these labels
    Who profit off the spit
    Some of the same way same cats
    That owned them ships
    YesIts a business
    Butslavery was too
    Prison industrial complex
    New slavery lookin to own you
    Ownin the labels , stations, jails and cemeteries
    Thug lifeTurnin hip hop into a one stop shop
    Somebody behind
    Makin up your own damn mind
    Signed , sealed delivered
    In a nigger package
    So dumb you cant hear
    The ignorance protected
    By the backpacker
    Who co signed the say so
    Claimin they dig the flow
    Filled wit jim crow
    Return of the old negro
    How you gonna say no to drugs
    If you dont say no to thugs
    See the government
    Sweep it deep
    Under the rug
  • [verse 1]Celebrity the new drug
    In america
    Gotta have it
    Gotta be it
    So the young ones see it
    Watch out now
    Looka here now
    In these get rich or die tryin times
    Greed that i see
    Got these cats
    Whipped by tv3 generations of fatherless women
    We drownin instead of swimmin
    This aint what yall asked for
    Thats what they locked ya ass up for
    And closed the door
    Beyond these streets
    These kids is always watchin
    See it aint been the same
    Since teen summitt left the game
    Off the air, who cares?
    Now kids get programmed
    Ask their peoples
    Who buy them almost everything the stars wear
    People see , people do
    See the new pied pipers
    Got a hold on you
    Back to the boogaloo
    Get a shot
    So you wont catch the flu
    Dont get shot
    And get a hole in you[verse 2]
    Im talkin advanced
    But goin back at the same time
    RewindSo what, some of this song dont rhyme
    Like i said
    Most of us get ghetto at the wrong time
    FearSo leave a little room for god
    Up in here
    Back in the day
    Even real pimps, hustlers, players
    Told young cats
    Cmon get their lives on track
    These raps you hear today
    Is a bad ass act
    Im here to tell it
    Like it ought to be
    It aint no kids fault to me35 year olds
    Actin 16Know what i mean
    You dont work, mean you dont eat
    You need more than a ball
    And some bomb ass beats
    New kicks on your feet
    Need your mind in these time
    To compete
    Make your world complete
    Sweet not sour
    Thats what they really call fightin the power[verse 3]
    Here it is , no fable
    I put it all on the table
    Spendin my time
    Identifyin whos behind
    Some of these labels
    Who profit off the spit
    Some of the same way same cats
    That owned them ships
    YesIts a business
    Butslavery was too
    Prison industrial complex
    New slavery lookin to own you
    Ownin the labels , stations, jails and cemeteries
    Thug lifeTurnin hip hop into a one stop shop
    Somebody behind
    Makin up your own damn mind
    Signed , sealed delivered
    In a nigger package
    So dumb you cant hear
    The ignorance protected
    By the backpacker
    Who co signed the say so
    Claimin they dig the flow
    Filled wit jim crow
    Return of the old negro
    How you gonna say no to drugs
    If you dont say no to thugs
    See the government
    Sweep it deep
    Under the rug