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Artist:	Beatnuts
Song Title:	Look Around-Feat Dead Prez And Cheryl Pepsi Riley
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[riley singing]

1999

Beatnuts, dead prez

Chorus:

Everytime i look around, i see so much drama goin down

Everytime i look around, i see sp much fakeness goin down

[stic.man]

Why i'ma, be stingy when i can share

Why i'ma, be hateful if i could care

Why would i hate my own, and forsake my home

Why would i fuck around and get a jake my chrome

I wouldn't have to stick you if we all could eat

It wouldn't be no need for beef, dyin over streets

We don't even own anyway, you could get bucked off any day

We behind enemy lines, y'all still writin henessy rhymes

While i'm tryin to get a good price for a nine

Feel like my life on the line

That's why a nigga be hype all the time

Ready for the revolution at the drop of a dime

[m1]

I got a duty to have security for my niggas

A duty to serve the beautiful black sisters

A duty tom stand wit anybody that's wit us

And fully criticize all bullshitters

There should be awards presented, to niggas who fight back

Like panther jackets, or sisters who like gats

I'm a full blooded warrior, ready for change

Recognize any soldier that's doin the same

Because i love who i am, and that means everything to me

My life aint worth a damn unless i'm dealin with reality

When i look myself in the eyes it's just me

And i aint gotta tell nobody no lies i feel free

And i would rather deal with the truth than falsehood

Than bein fake with my people and claimin it's all good

You can't run away from yourself so that's useless

If your word is bond then you don't have to make excuses

Chorus

[juju]

Yo as i sit and contemplate about the fate of my kids

If i die is the state gon snatch up my kids?

City life, no choice but to live by the knife

Put food on the table at whatever the price

My beautiful wife, all the time cookin precise

When there aint no meat, she bless me with the eggs and the rice

Never think twice, i love you for the rest of my life

That's why i taught you how to shoot when situations get trife

Save the children from the evil that we smell in the air

Used to bein happy, now the feelin is rare

I'ma soldier in the struggle just tryin to prepare

Cuz when the revolution comes it aint gon be fair

[psycho les]

Yo it's the beatnuts, dead prez, we connect like tetris

And we comin at the world on some high connections

So turn it up, so we can drop these gems quick

If you on some bullshit, then nigga get the ?eggs split?

There's enough cash, grass, and ass here for you and me

You wanna be greedy, sayin fuck the community

Watch out cuz life's gonna change very soon you see

I really don't believe we could ever have unity

This shit is serious we all tryin to have a milli stash

But love life cuz that's all a nigga really has

Love your fam, cuz that's all you really have

And handle your biz and stop bein a silly ass

Ayo it's gettin, gettin, it's gettin, gettin it's gettin kinda hectic

Starch burns, so naturally thugs learn to stay vested

You need to learn what psycho les said

So treat others the same way if you wanna be respected

Chorus

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