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[intro]
we have a subculture in our society and it resides in the ghetto
we are conditioning people to fail
we are conditioning people to become alcoholics
we are conditioning them to be violent
and we give them no other mechanisms with which to cope
it is a process that is taking place
because of forces that are conditioning this response

[verse 1]
i’m block raised
where they send it through you i’m not fazed
stealth knife help with shelf life in the stockades
wolf booze and woos gs got high, shot js
different grinds but “i’m getting mine,” is the top phrase
whole crew had durags we rock waves
catch a l for them gazelle’s the top shades
before pitching from the kitchen was a den of thieves
and they used to play the trade routes like the seven seas
a rough patch not enough scratch for a quart of juice
some say we tripping hitting pockets is a forty deuce
no summer games when it’s hunger pains, felt those
i need greens and name belts, some sh-ll toes
a few pairs of taylors, some suede fronts
stand true, ran through bambu ‘fore they made blunts
sound of cannons, brown banners in the backdrop
can’t help but notice that our lowest came to crack rock
city was a powder keg with a short fuse
really i ain’t got a bag or tools
catch a lame, snatch his chain, it’s too inviting
school children played in burnt buildings from jewish lightning
each step for us was treacherous but few was frightening
knock his brow if he copy style, the shit was biting
shit was biting

[chorus]
from that rotten apple that spoiled the bunch
this time youths we got juice we got juice we got juice
from that rotten apple that spoiled the bunch
this time youths we got juice we got juice we got juice

[verse 2]
we was doin’ em next to the lots
the night bugging in morning expecting the cops
shorty wop watching what we was trying the clock
if we entice see em strike now the iron is hot
thought the hood love us, but good brothers died on the curb
official here all we endear is your pride in your word
when pistols appear as crystal clear, you live or you herb
in the mix trying tricks to get what i highly deserve
been sire in his empire, a king in his county
couple queens scope me, hopefully they bringing the dowry
draw all is flawless what they bringing is cloudy
it’s more truth i’m bringing and singing it loudly

- mass appeal

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