Wanna run us down Bring us to our knees With the evil frown Like a nasty disease We don't surrender easy We uphold our dignity Your threat is cheesy Hold out for infinity Point your weapons Right in the face Spray us with your mase Call us a disgrace But we won't get on our knees And beg you please Cause you planted those keys And we're face down in the debris Took the chips we were stacking The guns we were packing But integrity is what you're lacking Out in the hood jacking Bent over cars Hands behind our backs bleeding scars Your boss covering your tracks Justice on the street Well I declare! Bring the heat Triple dog dare!! We'll stand and let you pull the trigger With our faces blowing in the Chi-Town breeze We'd rather die standing on two feet Than die on two kneesBirth sign: Cancer
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