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Body Count The Real Problem

The problem isn't the lyrics on the records It's the fear of the white kids liking a black artist But the real problem is the fear of the white girl Falling

The problem isn't the lyrics on the records. It's the fear of the white kids liking a black artist. But the real problem is the fear of the white girl

town ready to thug and go down Go pound for pound, nigga that's the motto Let me see you throw them things and if it's real Nigga keep it real show me

You think Oakland, California, is a city of punks It only takes a second to pop the trunk And just like that, you know it's real You're in the right damn

back at the two two six, and I'll shoot you up, Boot you up, let the mortuary suit you up, You dead and gone, no more problems I'm the problem solver

like im toss packs/ it just seem like im goin' to the Laundromat/ it's a real shame/ especial/ when the Jake know your/ ya face/ ya birthday/ and ya real

enters with confusion Government that makes a state They have the same solution Problems are solved with hate Children dying, burning, screaming It's not real

For all you other rappers with self-proclaimed titles Shut up and face the true supreme idol Rappers, I'm here so come get it But those that tried are real

You don't want no problems, problems You don't want no problems, problems Yeah, real man with ya stinking ass Come on, that's my nigga right there, let