"Gunz don't look like wallets how the fuck you confusing em, Were losin em every day and it's gettin me pissed they barely admit that racial profiling exists, but politicians still condemm it sounding hipocrytical. Innocent victims getting statisticlly typical. I resist arrest I don't want to be taken alive, I'd rather die standing than live kneeling broken inside. A cop stoped me once a cocked a loaded gun in my grill, and that's the reason I have no fear of bieng killed" He's stocks his prey low as a lion can go. His pride right by his side like his shadow. Ferocity and instict what he's come to know. So to and fro they go, dash, crash hit the floor. This is the way the Lionz N Gazellz Play But there was no nukes and we got saddam And the war on terror is still going on He says will fight on till the people are calm But what if someone had come into country with tanks and jeeps and so many peeps armed to the teeth Round up every one that's male on the street Only source of information in you bashed up streets is the picture you see painted vividly By the strong ones who fight and die willing Sounds to me alot like our own country