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Puff Daddy (P Diddy) Miscellaneous American Dream Thanks to compbuttons@hotmail.com for these lyrics. P. Diddy & David Bowie f/ Black Rob, Loon, Kain, Mark Curry [P. Diddy] This is not America Bad Boy baby, David Bowie, let's go [Chorus: David Bowie] This is not America This is not America This is not America This is not America [P. Diddy] Land where my father died, land where my children cried Come on, America, ain't no barriers Free the strings, let's see how freedom rings One nation all gettin' down for the dollars And the heat is gettin' hotter But a lot don't understand Just the way some plan to break you I done seen the whole thing go straight through Hungry for it, I'ma make you Pay back what's due to me Everybody gonna see, look what they put upon me Made me a monster, two steps beyond ya More streets to wonder For which it stands for cause let's get it Cause I'ma get mine for damn sure, come on [Loon] Screens, greens car candy painted Chicks in cream is the American dream, ain't it? I pledge allegiance to Beamers, dark skies Sleepless nights on the block, two for fives Deep in the struggles but need the hustle Weed and blow shit I make the block bubble I'm to the point where I'm playa hatin' Fool in the stash and I'm losin' my patience Medieval times in the chest of the beast Come around sniffin' I'ma mess up ya fleece Job lookin' I'd rather be pot cookin' It's not America, son this is Brooklyn Home of the shiesty, home of the crook We signed joints, ain't scared to do a took My country tis of thee, where there's no liberty Just misery, ya heard me [Chorus] [Kain] Now why can't I breathe with a gun and come free If six dead people run this country Now they come cause my crew's too large Who the fuck put chu' in charge Runnin' around here like you is God Then they wonder why the shootin' starts Gettin' checks with half my stacks I forgot George Bush wrote half my raps Murderin' people for blastin' facts Then blamin' other cats for their tragic acts I'm tryin' to get paid till my eyes is closin' Cops is like freeze and I'm already frozen So they clap and they brawl in hysteria Tappin' Jackson callin' this area Green gots cats crawlin' to bury ya Don't blame Kain for the fall of America [Chorus] [Mark Curry] Uh, yo what about these streets here Before y'all creep here Look around we there 365 days a year Lines to cross no fear And what appears to be roses See I'm knowin' this When I chose this What's right In broad day or night More dope deals I'm tryin' to stay on my heels Every day's training day Some things not in explainin' ways Who said crimes don't pay Choices to make Ain't too many chances left to take Things look so green The sign of the times corruption politics, youg ones dyin' What you made of Either hate or love Pressure on the nine when push come to shove [Chorus] [David Bowie] A little piece of you (I'm ya worst nightmare) A little peace in me A little piece of you (This is not America) A little peace in me Will go [Chorus] [Black Rob] Yo, why you cocksuckers pullin' me over Racial profilin' me cause I ain't pushin' no Nova I'm up to par lookin' I know police corruption is up this year and y'all crooked Took my hard white Had niggas sellin' the same block, pumpin' the same night Arrest me, come to court and lie Yeah that's him, pointin' like I'm the guy What chu' want those is me of the block Yo, so you can serve fiends everytime they knock Just last summer had the mad Hummer They took that and didn't even give me they badge number So how am I supposed to feel Who I'm supposed to call when the shit gets real Word man I'd rather dial 8-1-1 when it's important Plus they ain't tryin' to score like Ed Norton, word [Chorus to fade] |
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