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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The 2 Live Crew
The 2 Live Crew
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
C. Wong Wong
C. Wong Wong
Songwriter
L Campbell
L Campbell
Songwriter
M. McCray
M. McCray
Songwriter
M. Ross
M. Ross
Songwriter
R. Terry
R. Terry
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
R. Terry
R. Terry
Producer
Benny Medina
Benny Medina
Executive Producer
Cassandra Mills
Cassandra Mills
Executive Producer
Doug McHenry
Doug McHenry
Executive Producer
George Jackson
George Jackson
Executive Producer
Eddy Schreyer
Eddy Schreyer
Mastering Engineer
The O.D.'s (Rodney "Kool Collie" Terry and Mike "Mike Fresh" McCray
The O.D.'s (Rodney "Kool Collie" Terry and Mike "Mike Fresh" McCray
Producer
Mike "Fresh" McCray
Mike "Fresh" McCray
Producer

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If you would suck my soul
I will lick your funky emotion
Is this America? (Yeah), is this freedom? (No)
Is this democracy? (No), is equality? (No)
What do we want?
(Freedom!)
Taking this shit into the effect mode
Expressing my feelings before I exploded
About the suffering passed on to a black man
By the money hungry seeking white man
Fucking up our streets with pollution
Then lock a **** up for the solution ("Get in that cell, boy!")
There they go again pickin' on the little man
Fuck with the cartel or the white man
(You think you can take me?)
(You need a fucking army if you gonna take)
(You hear? C'mon)
I'll take you all to fucking Hell
(C'mon, c'mon)
Arrest musicians for the things they say
But can't find a crime after it got sprayed
This is America, in God we trust
We won justice, but a dick is in the dust
I'm stereotype, so I fit the description
A **** has the stigma for pushing or pimpin'
Police harass me and public embarrass me
They use brutality without asking me
I'm mad 'cause I was caught and reached for his license
Cops pulls the gun and cold ice him
I'm a victim of society, I got societal ills
It's harder to pay bills than pop pills
They send a brother off to fight for your country
When ask for ours, we get nothing
I look for work and get my feelings hurt
They got my back against the wall and my dick is in the dirt
Let's talk about this man, they call, "Nino Brown"
The black man, they call Nino Brown
You know there's a lot of Nino Browns in every city
In the United States of America
America had formed a Nino Brown in every city
Basically because we have no way out
Ah, is that what America really wants us to think
That we don't have a way out?
Here's an example, you have never seen
A black man come into Miami
With pounds and pounds of marijuana
Pounds and pounds of cocaine
You have never seen a black man drop off
A kilo load of cocaine out of a plane, you have never seen this
But yet and still is in our community everyday
And we're the ones going to jail for it
The system is designed to lead us to stray
So we turn to drugs and guns for our pay
It's the sign of the times
I gotta get mine, all I live is a life of crime
I come up hard from the ran down ghetto
You talk your ass off, but tell me what a **** know
All I see is a lot of neighborhood drama
Babies crying, I wonder where's the mama
C.O.D. and got rushed to trauma
A dealer had to deal to make a fast buck
She was just a patient, what the fuck?
His back's against the wall and his dick's in the dust
Written by: C. Wong Wong, L Campbell, M. McCray, M. Ross, R. Terry

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