Lyrics You're Gonna Get Yours - Public Enemy
Ooh
chuck,
they
out
to
get
us
man
Yo,
we
gotta
dust
these
boys
off
In
this
corner
with
the
98
Subject
of
suckers,
object
of
hate
Who′s
the
one
some
think
is
great?
I'm
that
one,
son
of
a
gun
Drivin′
by,
wavin'
my
fist
Makin'
′em
mad
when
I′m
goin'
like
this
Top
gun,
never
on
the
run
They
know
not
to
come
′cause
they
all
get
some
Goin'
quicker
in
the
speedin′
lane
Jealous
can't
do
it
and
it′s
causin'
them
pain
Caught
in
my
smoke,
all
they
did
was
choke
Look
at
my
spokes,
you
know
I'm
no
joke
Out
that
window,
middle
finger
for
all
Jealous
at
my
ride,
stereo
and
black
walls
Suckers,
they
got
the
nerve
and
gall
To
talk
′bout
the
car
when
they′re
walkin'
tall
Suckers
to
the
side
I
know
you
hate
my
98
You
gonna
get
yours
Suckers
to
the
side
I
know
you
hate
my
98
You
gonna
get
yours
Pullin′
away,
every
day
leavin'
you
in
the
dust
So
you
know
I
get
paid
on
the
mile,
ego
trip
And
5-O
tailin′
on
my
tip
Watch
me
burn
rubber,
fall
in
my
flame
This
episode
is
always
the
same
Seein'
no
comp
comin′
like
I'm
blind
All
left
back
trailin'
my
behind
I
go
faster,
cops
try
to
shoot
me
They′ll
get
theirs
when
they
try
to
get
me
I′ll
let
it
go,
my
turbo
Run,
I'm
in
the
river
′cause
they're
movin′
too
slow
Laughin'
hard
at
their
attempt
So
what
if
the
judge
charged
me
contempt
I′d
run
my
boomerang
'cause
I'm
feelin′
proud
An′
I
wouldn't
even
hear
them
cause
my
radio′s
loud
Suckers
to
the
side
I
know
you
hate
my
98
You
gonna
get
yours
Suckers
to
the
side
I
know
you
hate
my
98
You
gonna
get
yours
Cruisin'
down
the
boulevard
I
treated
like
some
superstar
You
know
the
time
so
don′t
look
hard
Get
with
it,
the
ultimate
homeboy
car
All
you
suckers
in
the
other
ride
Wherever
I'm
comin′
get
you
my
side
My
98
is
tough
to
chase
If
you're
on
my
tail
better
watch
your
face
Smoke
is
comin'
when
I
burn
Rubber
when
my
wheels
turn
A
tinted
window
so
super
bad
Lookin′
like
the
car
the
green
hornet
had
It′s
the
reason
I'm
ahead
of
the
pack
It′s
the
reason
I
left
them
back
It's
the
reason
all
the
people
say
My
98
- O
blows
′em
all
away
My
98
Oldsmobile
is
My
98
Oldsmobile's
so
My
98
Oldsmobile
is
My
98
Oldsmobile′s
like
Suckers
to
the
side
I
know
you
hate
my
98
You
gonna
get
yours
Suckers
to
the
side
I
know
you
hate
my
98
You
gonna
get
yours
Understand,
I
don't
drive
drunk
My
98's
fly,
I
don′t
drive
no
junk
No
cop
gotta
right
to
call
me
a
punk
Take
this
ticket,
go
to
hell
and
stick
it
Put
me
on
a
kick
butt
line
up,
times
up
This
government
needs
a
tune
up
I
don′t
know
what's
happenin′,
what's
up?
Gun
in
my
chest,
I′m
under
arrest
Sidewalk
suckers
wanted
to
spill
me
So
I
got
my
crew
and
posse
Took
their
girls
and
got
them
to
thrill
me
Stepped
outside,
got
in
my
ride
Drove
them
around
an'
I
looked
around
town
Caught
′em
out
there
cold,
ran
'em
over
and
down
They
didn't
get
me
and
that′s
the
truth
′Cause
the
98-O
is
bullet
proof
My
98
Oldsmobile's
so
My
98
Oldsmobile
is
My
98
Oldsmobile′s
so
My
98
Oldsmobile's
like
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