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'New York, Big City of Dreams' |
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To get by, cats doing plenty of things |
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It's a honest hustle, but you gotta have some kind of muscle |
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Either it's that or you sign with Russel |
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'cause nowadays an average cat can flow decent |
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So in your sparetime you can go to the precinct |
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Let me introduce you to some cats who won't shoot you |
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Everyday they're spinnnin their pen it's so crucial |
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They got kids to feed, wifes to hug |
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Their jobs are so strange, their lifes above |
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Look, my nigga Al had a store in his trunk |
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And the place under the dash where he store his pump |
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He had them white and white 'Air Force Ones' for 40 ($) |
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And them iddy-biddy-kiddy ones for shorty |
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He was just trying to survive to the session |
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Now he's locked up for stolen goods and gun posession |
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My nigga Neek had them first for cheek |
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He bough a too family home and excursion jeep |
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But word got around he was doing it big |
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Cops ran up in his crib, now he's doing a bit |
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Now Jose was making money hand over biz |
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He had legimated jobs with a little bit of a twist |
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Besides me and my man, I've known people |
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He sold stuff too, out of the back of home deepo |
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Everything from new tools to kitchen sinks |
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And he was just trying to get rich as stinks |
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'cause now he lost his job and his morgage due |
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And he can't afford a lawyer, man law gets through, oooh |
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We were lying on skeems and skams |
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Just so we could realize our dreams and plans, man |
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This ain't America is it? |
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It don't take much for the cops to come pay you a visit |
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But do what you gotta do, fuck them laws |
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Life is a test you better up them scores |
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Listen, I ain't trying to survive, I'm trying to life |
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And here is some advise I been dying to give |
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They don't care if you sell it to inner section |
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Republicans run for officers when ellection |
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Who's in the inner section, see my pen errecting |
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This for my cats that just been effecting |
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From ground sillawats, it's down steal the spots |
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It won't stop untill we're down kill the cops |
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It's a revolution, you believe in god, a evolution |
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Either way dog, we need a resolution like Aaliyah |
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A man got sentenced to a year |
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And when he get out, it's another street career |
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It's a vicious cycle |
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For every kid who ball in the park and wish he might do |
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Listen the world don't like you, but |
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You better keep it moving, you better keep improving |
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You love my voice, ain't it deep insolvent |
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I'm saying fuck fame, I'm having a no-name |
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Platinum and gold chain, and saying |
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I'ma beat 'em at their own game |
