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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Click
Performer
E-40
Rap
B-Legit
Rap
D-Shot
Rap
Lil Bruce
Rap
Kev-v-o
Rap
Mugsey
Rap
Lewis King
Vocals
Suga-T
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Earl Stevens
Composer
Marvin Whitemon
Composer
Brandt Jones
Lyrics
Danell Stevens
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Click
Producer
Studio Ton
Producer
Mike Mosley
Producer
Lyrics
[Chorus: Levitti] (x4)
I’m tired of being stepped on
Mack D-Shot, brought up by the middle class
I did time for crime ‘cause I was living fast
I spent two on a lockdown in Preston
To hire me is way out the question
Jail cells for a black man's punishment
Couldn't give a damn ‘cause the other man's runnin’ it
Now back on the streets, I gotta compete, so
But you can't beat no case
When you're trapped in the system
The government want you to diss them
Now I'm back on the bed, where I once slept on
I'm tired of being stepped on
I ain't prejudiced, I gots nathan on the white man
I'm only down for my folks what’s right and
So what's wrong with potna with the gat on the job?
He wanna squab ‘cause it’s zeens on the mob?
Pull you over, then he search in your whole car
Four deep and you gotta be the rock star
"So where's the crack, mayne? So where's the gats, mayne?
You know you brothers, you call it a black thang."
I'm not in your hood, up to no-good-ism
So won't you go on with all the old racism
Unless you want me to take, the law in my own hands
‘Cause, dude, I'm a strong man
And that's a black man, tired of being stepped on
In the late night always gettin’ crept on
By some authority who needs to really be fired
‘Cause Legit is straight tired
Claybank, Vacaville, then up there by Reno
Twenty-two months of eatin’ that stuff on a shingle
Ninety days left, I'm almost out of jail
On a mission about my mail to the Hillside of Vallejo
There I will sell, rocks so swell
Build up clientele, and give the task hell
No other choice, I'm on parole, I got a felony
I look for a job and then they diss me (diss me)
Man, my mother is disabled, I ain't got no food on the table
All I can afford is noodles with a generic label
This goes on for about a week-and-a-half, I need to think fast
I need some cash, let me water my grass
And make it greener
Then I started thinking of all types of gimmicks and gadgets
As I looked through the cabinets
Man, what should I do my friend, hop in the game again?
I guess I'm headed for the pen
Written by: Brandt Jones, Danell Stevens, Earl Stevens, Marvin Whitemon