Artist: Juicy J
Album:  Blue Dream & Lean 2
Song:   Don't
Typed by: r0llinlacs@yahoo.com

(Juicy J)
Yeah
God bless America, home of the brave
We ain't pickin cotton no more, but we're still slaves
They talk about peace, but how that's gon' be?
When police leavin young niggas dead in the street
When niggas start shootin back, how they gon' act?
And they wonder why niggas stay strapped
They wonder why we trap, for real, real niggas don't rat
Black man born with a target on his back
Standin with his hands up, screamin "don't shoot!"
Biggest gang in America, the boys in blue
Now we gon' riot, now we gon' loot
Cause that dead black man coulda been me or you

Don't shoot!
Don't shoot!
Don't shoot!
Don't shoot!
Don't shoot!

Fuck the police like Cube and Eazy E
A nigga pay taxes and still ain't free?
We just tryin'a get rich and ball out
Looks like the pigs tryin'a take us all out
We don't get justice, we just get handcuffed
They don't wanna see a nigga get his bands up
Crooked judge just handin out sentences
Cause we guilty til we prove we innocent
Standin with our hands up, screamin "don't shoot!"
Biggest gang in America, the boys in blue
Damn right we gon' riot, and we gon' loot
Cause that dead black man coulda been close to you