Ey, ey, check it out homie

Man, you need to get up out of this spot man

And get a job man before you get smoked man

I know you don't wanna hear it man

But, man, wait, hold up loc you've got company man

Where's my guns? When I'm ridin' on the street I hear gunshots, rare shots

Swear crack niggas 'cause they're moms missed flips

So black man really care about politics

In the ninety's, our governments so slick I watch CNN sometimes and I realize

They're playin' tricks on my mind

They want a man to work with his hands

Too young to die, and they don't give a damn Rare-momma got down on her knees

But not no more, god damn it, I make cheese

I'm on the move and I'ma show and prove

You might cry to my political groove Rest in peace, sauce brothers underneath

I love you to death while my beat's like a reef

In the middle of the night on the city streets

The only thing we got left is the beat All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo

All we got left is the beat, huh, give it to me

All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo

All we got left is the beat, uh Who brings guns into the USA?

And then makes sure that they come around the way

Gain the points until the whole race traps

And teach up my woman that she should call up the cops The projects are hell, wait a, minute

There's nothin' we do but ride on top of an elevator

Say the clubs, I can't get a job

Mouth to feed, somebody's gettin' robbed I ain't worked, but I ain't workin' for crumbs

You ever seen a man-shelter? Check out the bombs

Brother of pain, their whole lives are over

They spent every dime tryin' not to be sober And all the ladies got bags of clothes

They'll be your long lost momma, one never knows

The streets are like a nightmare

While the presidents secretary is chillin' in his leather chair All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo

All we got left is the beat, give it to me

All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo

All we got left is the beat, uh Lemon to a lime, lime to a lemon

When you need a toga-black, hire black linen

Your ripper's man applause when he can't get a job

He gets up all of his family and feels like a slob The black women don't understand

'Cause they don't realize what it is to be a black man

In the mornin' a brother feels like a jerk

Seein' black women and white men go to work So all women fear, the brothers ain't real

'Cause they won't give us no jobs, that's the real deal

Hold my hand while I get it all together

They don't deserve me at times of bad weather 'Cause I'ma make it out the concrete walls

And there's another way besides basketball

Let me go, let me do what I do

I'm red, black and green, then red, white and blue All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo

All we got left is the beat, give it to me

All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo

All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me Ridin' in the street you can feel the city heat

A little bit of grass and a whole lot of concrete

Creepin' I'm standin' on the corner

And you can get robbed if you wanna Paybacks a mother on the street

You're seein' gold teeth, ya hearin' funky beats

Brothers ride by real slow

You get leary when they got tinted windows Sittin' on the steps with a blunt

I'm drinkin' valentine, I wasn't raised up front

My aunt Ellie always talked about God

Tell me you never cried 'cause it's so hard

Government got a hell of a plan

But word is born they ain't destroyin' this black man All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo

All we got left is the beat, give it to me

All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo

All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo

All we got left is the beat, huh, give it to me

All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo

All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me Uh, uh ,uh

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