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[Chorus: Faith Evans (Saigon)]

We try our best to survive

(We ain't runnin away)

And keep our heads to the sky

(Y'all never will lead us astray)

Kiss that stress and depression goodbye

(Chase all of our troubles away)

If we could just get it right

(Then everything, it should be okay)

Oh okay

[Saigon:]

Do away with the clubs and the drug spots

Do away with the judge and the mug shots

Like we do away with the day when the sun drops

Clap your hands if you tired of hearin gunshots

Or hearin news about who got popped

By another black man or knockin a white cop

If I ain't there when it start I'm there when the fight stop like ock

Slow your roll or be cold as a ice pop, ya

We gotta start helpin each other, quit hurtin each other

Money'll have a nigga thinkin 'bout murkin his mother

How does it feel bein slaves to a dollar bill?

Givin you somethin y'all can feel, are y'all for real?

Do away with all the Chinese restaurants

Do away with all the fake Gloria Estefans

Clap your hands if you gettin up in some real estate

Buy the crib ma, the Benz with the wheels could wait

I 'member I used to instigate

Now I'm the one breakin up the fight makin sure that detention's straight

Will let a nigga get the heart to push me

I'll snuff the biggest nigga with him, show him that his partner pussy

You ain't got to be soft to be compete

I'm like the Martin Luther King then I knock out some teeth

Now I'm a flip it and shift it, give it prolific

Case niggaz just get it twisted, forget that I'm so gifted

Do away with the jails and the group homes

Like we did away with the shells and the two-tone

Clap your hands if you lovin that Just Blaze shit

Cause we don't just make songs, we make statements

[Chorus]

[Saigon:]

Do away with the hip-hop police force

Fuck the pigs, I was taught not to eat pork

Clap your hands if you ain't forget where you came from

Clap again if you ready to see a change come

I used to live in the same slum

As Mike Tyson and Riddick Bowe, that's where the knuckle game from

Spring Valley had the same bums

We had to stay in, I ain't hang late cause we ain't have a income

Now I be on the track like when the train come

And I don't rap to just jaw-jack, nigga I be sayin somethin!

And with my man Just Bliggity Blaze

You're just about to witness history made

Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap

Clap your hands if you lovin that Just Blaze shit (clap)

Clap, y'all, clap

Let's, let's, let's go!

[Chorus]

[Outro: Faith Evans]

Oh okay (mmmmmmmm)

Oh okay, we're tryin our best to survive

Oh okay, tell me when we're gonna get it riiiiight

Oh okay, just keep our heads to the sky

Oh okay, kiss that stress and depression goodbye

Oh okay (ohhhhh) oh okay (ohhhhh)

Oh okay (ohhhhh) oh okay (keep your heads to the sky)

Oh okay (mm-hmm) oh okay (hey heyyyyyyy!)

Oh okay (ohhhh!) oh okay (yeah)

Oh okay, ohhhhhhhhhhh ohhhohhhhhhh

Oh okay, tell me when we're gonna get it riiiiight

Oh okay, all we gotta do is keep our heads to the sky

Oh okay, hallelujah holla back at me if you hear me now

Oh okay (oh-hohhhhh) oh okay (oh-hohhhh)

Oh okay (OHHH!) oh okay (gonna be alright now)

Oh okay (oh-hohhhhh) oh okay (ooh ohhhhhhhh)

Oh okay, oh okay (okay)

Oh okay, hallelujah holla back at me if you hear me now

Oh okay, ohh yeahhhhhhh

[Ad libs to the end]