All We Got Left Is The Beat Lyrics - 14 Shots To The Dome - Ll Cool J

Ey, ey, check it out homie 

Man, you need to get up out of this spot man 

And get a job man before you get smoked man 

I know you don't wanna hear it man 

But, man, wait, hold up loc you've got company man 

Where's my guns? 

When I'm ridin' on the street I hear gunshots, rare shots 

Swear crack niggas 'cause they're moms missed flips 

So black man really care about politics 

In the ninety's, our governments so slick 

I watch CNN sometimes and I realize 

They're playin' tricks on my mind 

They want a man to work with his hands 

Too young to die, and they don't give a damn 

Rare-momma got down on her knees 

But not no more, god damn it, I make cheese 

I'm on the move and I'ma show and prove 

You might cry to my political groove 

Rest in peace, sauce brothers underneath 

I love you to death while my beat's like a reef 

In the middle of the night on the city streets 

The only thing we got left is the beat 

All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo 

All we got left is the beat, huh, give it to me 

All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo 

All we got left is the beat, uh 

Who brings guns into the USA? 

And then makes sure that they come around the way 

Gain the points until the whole race traps 

And teach up my woman that she should call up the cops 

The projects are hell, wait a, minute 

There's nothin' we do but ride on top of an elevator 

Say the clubs, I can't get a job 

Mouth to feed, somebody's gettin' robbed 

I ain't worked, but I ain't workin' for crumbs 

You ever seen a man-shelter? Check out the bombs 

Brother of pain, their whole lives are over 

They spent every dime tryin' not to be sober 

And all the ladies got bags of clothes 

They'll be your long lost momma, one never knows 

The streets are like a nightmare 

While the presidents secretary is chillin' in his leather chair 

All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo 

All we got left is the beat, give it to me 

All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo 

All we got left is the beat, uh 

Lemon to a lime, lime to a lemon 

When you need a toga-black, hire black linen 

Your ripper's man applause when he can't get a job 

He gets up all of his family and feels like a slob 

The black women don't understand 

'Cause they don't realize what it is to be a black man 

In the mornin' a brother feels like a jerk 

Seein' black women and white men go to work 

So all women fear, the brothers ain't real 

'Cause they won't give us no jobs, that's the real deal 

Hold my hand while I get it all together 

They don't deserve me at times of bad weather 

'Cause I'ma make it out the concrete walls 

And there's another way besides basketball 

Let me go, let me do what I do 

I'm red, black and green, then red, white and blue 

All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo 

All we got left is the beat, give it to me 

All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo 

All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me 

Ridin' in the street you can feel the city heat 

A little bit of grass and a whole lot of concrete 

Creepin' I'm standin' on the corner 

And you can get robbed if you wanna 

Paybacks a mother on the street 

You're seein' gold teeth, ya hearin' funky beats 

Brothers ride by real slow 

You get leary when they got tinted windows 

Sittin' on the steps with a blunt 

I'm drinkin' valentine, I wasn't raised up front 

My aunt Ellie always talked about God 

Tell me you never cried 'cause it's so hard 

Government got a hell of a plan 

But word is born they ain't destroyin' this black man 

All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo 

All we got left is the beat, give it to me 

All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo 

All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me 

All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo 

All we got left is the beat, huh, give it to me 

All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo 

All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me 

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