Shyne - BG lyrics

[Verse 1: Shyne] Young boy don't blow my cool Keep your feet up out my shoe I know my story's compellin' and, yes, I'm a legend But this ain't no marketin' plan You don't want Sharpton and Hampton testin' what you reppin' Causin' a jam so they don't play you on the FM Started a plan so they could censor all your sentence What happened to my freedom of speech? Sell 'cain from Robert Blake to catch a bad but You ashamed from OJ and Johnny Who more misogynistic from Pam Anderson to Tommy Penthouse, Playboy, and nothin' published by me Hm, I guess it's different rules Some for Michael Jackson and some for The Who Yeah dude, I mean Pete Townsend Downloadin' kiddie p**n you don't hear nuttin' 'bout him King of Pop, not guilty what they found him But still this air of suspicion surrounds him Still he's whacko, still he's Jack-O, cause he wore afro He was black though [Hook: Shyne] Ronald Regan was the one that bought the 'caine in Politicians tryin' to censor what I'm sayin' Young bloods wanna follow what I'm claimin' Don't follow me, I wish that I could save them I wish that I could show em it's a better way Then growin' up in a cage Like a dog, help 'em God oh help 'em God, oh help 'em God [Verse 2: Shyne] He ain't get arraigned yet Kobe ain't no rapist The district attorney in Colorado was in APHIS It pains me to say this, I'm callin' it what a spade is We've come so far but some things never changes Sid Vicious from the Sex Pistols got charged with the murder of one of his women And then we got this new group "The k**ers" Tell me what the difference between them and Murder Inc. is I think you should know Elvis married his wife when she was 14 years old Elliot Spitzer's on every talk show still they won't give a second chance to Po FBI don't like my rhymes The way I talk about our lives They say I'm a threat so they send me to trial And blame the murder rate on Shyne I'm just the mirror of the ugly world You might see yourself up in these words A k**er dies they turn him to ashes Right wing republicans is fascist [Hook: Shyne] Ronald Regan was the one that bought the 'caine in Politicians tryin' to censor what I'm sayin' Young bloods wanna follow what I'm claimin' Don't follow me, I wish that I could save them Officer, correction officer Please take these handcuffs off of us We ain't k** nobody there ain't no jobs for us Tell me what the ___ do you want from us I musta been away too long I ain't jackin' these new kids When cops stop stopped makin' gangsta music? The cops I know help old ladies and school kids Crooked cops get the bodies found in the sewage This exactly what I live for This is for the ghetto this is not for Billboard This for the dope boys stuck in the task force Screw the media and their rap wars News coverage say we all thuggish but we all talk about how we all punished The subhuman things which we all subject You wouldn't know if you listen to these so called pundits Before I go did I mention Phil Spectre? He bodied his dog but his song's not censored Still they wanna give C. Murder the d**h sentence And even blame hip-hop for the d**h of John Lennon Young boy you're blowin' my cool Keep your feet up out my shoe