Reflection Eternal, Bun B - Strangers (Paranoid) lyrics

Yeah, beca-ca, beca-ca, because I'm paranoid
Beca-ca, beca-ca, because I'm paranoid
Beca-ca, beca-ca, because I'm paranoid
Hey, hey yeah!

No boundaries, no borders
We crossin many waters
Them haters can't ignore us
The government record us
They used to take our sons and think
It's fun to rape our daughters no!
Our healthcare system pitiful
That's how hospitals' profitable
They try to put the drugs inside
Of you, lie to you
Say that you gonna die tomorrow
So why pay? That's not logical
See the bullshit that they try to pull? whoa!
They tappin laptops like a bad plot
Out of a bad movie, obama say it ain't so
In a perfect world coalition of the willing
Is really coalition of the rainbow
Who the enemy? Who the friend in need?
How do you choose your target
Who you aim for? What you aim for? damn!
Still running with the race but
I'm runnin at a pace
So fast, you collapse, gotta let it go
Wondering if my concentration on the race
Misplaced, turn your marks, set, ready, go
Evolutionary flow, every luminary glow
When he show what the revolutionary know
Oh! Blaap!

Shot to make you famous
We're in your face with bangers
About to face some danger
I just misplace my anger
The violence entertain us
Rappers took the place of sangers
Mama said don't talk to strangers
Don't talk to strangers

Gotta let the people know from the get go
Bun B is a product of the ghetto
Good or bad man I just can't let go
No I ain't a rich man
But I'm still set though
And I'm still on the grind tryin to get dough
Why the government wanna keep me in debt for?
They wanna keep me in debt for?
Look at AIG and the bailouts
Steppin on the fish just so you
Can help the whale out
Got his ass on 'em or should I say tail out
Need another job like a paper or a mail route
Bring the fresh fest in, take the stale out
Make it rain DC and I'm a pull a pail out
Man I'm a pull a pail out
Know what I'm sayin?
Cause, I'm stuck in the mud like a tractor
I ain't gotta lie plus I'm not a good actor
Bullshit laws that they enact to
Keep us locked out the big
Game in the back bro
I got sacked now I gotta get a sack to
Make ends meet cause the money is a factor
Oh yeah the money is a factor damn!
Now I'm back on the block for the hustle
Used to be hot, now your boy just cold
Gotta build my bread up and my muscle
Haters talk down, sometimes it's a tussle
But the smoke gonna clear
And the dust'll settle
Now it's like Def Jam with no Russell
Like Def Jam with no Russell
We'll be alright though