Текст песни Public Enemy -  You`re Gonna Get Yours   
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                                                                    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        Out the window, middle finger for all        Jealous at my ride, stereo and blackwalls        Suckers got the nerve and gall        To talk `bout my car when they`re walkin` tall        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 always is the same        Seein` no comp comin` like I`m blind        All left back, tailin` my behind        I go faster cops try to shoot me        They`ll get theirs when they try to get me        I`ll let 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 rub my boomerang, feelin` proud        And I wouldn`t even hear them cause my radio`s loud        Cruisin` down the boulevard        treated like a superstar        You know the time so don`t look hard        Get with it, the ultimate homeboy car        All you suckers in the other ride        When I`m comin` get to the side        My 98 is tough to chase        If you`re on my tail, better watch my face        Smoke is comin` when I burn        Rubber when my wheels turn        Tinted windows, 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        Understand, I don`t drive drunk        My 98`s fly, I don`t drive no junk        No cop gotta a right to call me a punk        Take his ticket, go to hell and stick it        Pull me on a kick but, line up, times up        This government needs a tune up        I don`t even know what happenin`, what`s up        Gun in my chest, I`m under arrest        Sidewalk suckered wanted to spill me        So I got my crew and posse        Step outside, got in my ride        Drove them around, looked around town        Caught I`m out there cold, ran I`m over and down        They didn`t get me, that`s the truth        Cause my 98-O is bullet proof