[Hook]
He's been shot down
He's been shot down to the ground

[Intro]
"He's been shot down"
Malcolm
Martin
"He's been shot down to the ground"
Big
"He's been shot down"
Pac
"He's been shot down to the ground"
Huh
The realest n***as, they gone

[Verse 1]
Martin Luther laying dead on the terrace, don't nobody know who laid the hit)
[?] in the frontline [?], Everybody know the government
Hate black people, not just black, big black people, think about a hundred years back
White man talking like a boss and whipping slaves, think about it twenty years back
Burnt cross in front left by them triple K's, taking n***as, put them in a box
His angle is hang them, let them dangle, left there for the little kid to watch
In anger, let him grow to be a fucking banger, [?] it's never gon' stop
Pregnant mothers, motherfuckers get shady y'all, [?]
Slice the stomach then they watch the baby fall, Let a n***a pick a little cotton
Let a n***a get smoked, bring him home on a big bowl
Everybody I be idolizing surprisingly die, who next, Nas?
[?] look at Big and Pac
Is you really not all my n***as
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Hip-hop in the form of Pac in the BM, hate a n***a when he was on top
Everybody on from [?] can see 'em, [?]
Everything a fly n***a do is hateworthy, [?] by the cops
Bullet ridden in the Michigan State jersey, let me talk about the n***a Big
Fuck revival, my n***a died in a Tahoe, [?]
What is it, the suburban, I forget, and he had to go to the store
I make daddies, I'm on that Poppa shit, [?]
Act like you know that you a fast learner, take a n***a BLA! BLA! BLA! BLA! BLA!
Top of the gat go back like Nat Turner, [?]
Oh you rap n***as, you ain't mean as this, [?]
Shooting black people with extinguishers, [?]
Everybody I ever wanted to be in my life

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
We speak as one, Sean Bell is us, shoot a n***a 66 times
Keep shooting and shooting like he ain't dead enough, [?]
For example, Obama and Jesse Jackson, [?]
That's right a black man plotting on a black man, see them kind of n***as everyday
Give his whole life to that white girl, I know a n***a right around the way
Come home and give his wife a backhand, I know that it's a motherfucking shame
The truth shouldn't hurt but the truth is abuse, [?]
The white man's fault, that's our new excuse
Talking 'bout the same white man who didn't want to drink
After you n***a draw eye contact [?] right out in public
With a bill from looking at a girl that ain't even his girlfriend
Don't be looking at her, she white and you black
Eat a whole meal and give you scraps, and he finna put you in the back
The back of the bus, while my n***as clapping at us
Ha, ha, ha, The white man laughing at us
Yeah
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