Secret Indictment Akkorde von
Do Or Die
Do Or Die

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Tonart: C# minor
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Verse 1
August 31st,
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I'm in the courtroom with the jury jury
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They can't insure me or crew me for
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the years I'm about to face in
They open and shut my case man,
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my homie left two cops in the basement stinking
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Now they got clearance to knock on my
door and tape it to the station
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Criticize my patience and funder
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with my mind and my organization
And scar my nation with psycho
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logical interrogation
Plus I got his own picture playing game
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sign at the police station
You know they occupation
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Shit, they indulge in separation,
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counterfactual conversation
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121 guns, 200 keys,
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an investigation
CCA murders, 12 never heard of, forensic
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Tryna catch me up and
actually pen it
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Meanwhile my lawyer extended,
judge offended
Because the witness was either
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paid off or pretended
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And tryna fit me in it, damn
Miscompetition, crowds to court stand
Is this
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America?
It's the one that say
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Lift every voice and fuck your character
As soon as you challenge the
state with your religion
They come with quick
decisions to counteract
No quick decisions, shit
I make double more than
Oprah
Winfrey
This the shit that gets me
They put you on camera
and call you guilty
Because you filthy,
they try to take your money or give you filthy
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Swiftly they bring you up
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to intentionally knock you down
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To eventually turn your
smile into a frown
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Remember, what goes around,
they come to shut you down
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Seek it and die
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I give my life just to tell the truth
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And if these motherfuckers kill me,
then I'll die for you
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This system isn't for the blacks,
so put on your brakes
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They throw our ass off in the pit
with these harder snakes
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Man, every nine out of ten,
gotta hit the pen
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They let our ass out for a breather,
then we back again
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So with your hand,
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grab your little man and jack your dick
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You didn't believe the pigs wanted you,
but they got career
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For every nigga that they catch,
it's a penny earned
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For every nigga that they kill,
it's a penny burned
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And then they prophesied
our life in a little book
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And drag a man head down the road,
another life is took
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Now who's guilty in this verdict?
Is it you or me?
Cause you done killed more niggas
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than sold more dope in society
Dm
And then you blame us for this
shit that you have done
And then you judge us like you
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God, but there's only one
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You think a mother don't feel the
pain when the baby cries
You think a child isn't a bastard
when his daddy died
You claim you righteous and you loyal,
look me in my eye
You got us locked up by
the masses and we crucify
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By your secret indictments
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Secret indictments
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Secret indictments
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Secret indictments
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Now what's the purpose when this game was designed for the blacks,
I mean, for the shorties
that was pushing the packs, a matter of fact,
I was supposed to die before I was 21, but
tell em this is something new up under the sun,
we broke away the puppet strings, seen
our families in the poverty, and started massing up this dope game,
I started small time dope
When pushing rocks on the block,
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I can't go broke, man
The
ATF is on the roof,
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I know they scoping
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But still,
Johnny
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Cochran gon' be my spokesman
It clear this whole thing,
this not a conspiracy
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It's when I equal up to you,
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then you get rid of me
You said it tend to be
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Too many of my black people downtown
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They be moving in your vicinity
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When will this land be free?
I know you watching me
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But all you got on me is probably
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Secret and
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Dive
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Thank for

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