Royce Da 5'9" - Been Shot Down lyrics

[Hook] He's been shot down He's been shot down to the ground [Intro] "He's been shot down" Malcolm Martin "He's been shot down to the ground" Big "He's been shot down" Pac "He's been shot down to the ground" Huh The realest n***as, they gone [Verse 1] Martin Luther laying dead on the terrace, don't nobody know who laid the hit) [?] in the frontline [?], Everybody know the government Hate black people, not just black, big black people, think about a hundred years back White man talking like a boss and whipping slaves, think about it twenty years back Burnt cross in front left by them triple K's, taking n***as, put them in a box His angle is hang them, let them dangle, left there for the little kid to watch In anger, let him grow to be a f**ing banger, [?] it's never gon' stop Pregnant mothers, motherf**ers get shady y'all, [?] Slice the stomach then they watch the baby fall, Let a n***a pick a little cotton Let a n***a get smoked, bring him home on a big bowl Everybody I be idolizing surprisingly die, who next, Nas? [?] look at Big and Pac Is you really not all my n***as [Hook] [Verse 2] Hip-hop in the form of Pac in the BM, hate a n***a when he was on top Everybody on from [?] can see 'em, [?] Everything a fly n***a do is hateworthy, [?] by the cops Bullet ridden in the Michigan State jersey, let me talk about the n***a Big f** revival, my n***a died in a Tahoe, [?] What is it, the suburban, I forget, and he had to go to the store I make daddies, I'm on that Poppa sh**, [?] Act like you know that you a fast learner, take a n***a BLA! BLA! BLA! BLA! BLA! Top of the gat go back like Nat Turner, [?] Oh you rap n***as, you ain't mean as this, [?] Shooting black people with extinguishers, [?] Everybody I ever wanted to be in my life [Hook] [Verse 3] We speak as one, Sean Bell is us, shoot a n***a 66 times Keep shooting and shooting like he ain't dead enough, [?] For example, Obama and Jesse Jackson, [?] That's right a black man plotting on a black man, see them kind of n***as everyday Give his whole life to that white girl, I know a n***a right around the way Come home and give his wife a backhand, I know that it's a motherf**ing shame The truth shouldn't hurt but the truth is abuse, [?] The white man's fault, that's our new excuse Talking 'bout the same white man who didn't want to drink After you n***a draw eye contact [?] right out in public With a bill from looking at a girl that ain't even his girlfriend Don't be looking at her, she white and you black Eat a whole meal and give you scraps, and he finna put you in the back The back of the bus, while my n***as clapping at us Ha, ha, ha, The white man laughing at us Yeah [Hook]