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Fulton Street |
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Dean Street (click clack) |
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President (uh huh) |
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Nostrand Ave(DP's) |
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Orange Ave (RPG's) |
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T-Town (Who wanna ride?) |
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Brooklyn |
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Come on, Come on |
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Sittin' in the living room on the flo' hunger pain |
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got me on some migraine shit but I'ma maintain |
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Nigga got two or three dollars to my name |
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and my homies in the same boat goin' through the same thing |
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ready for a caper, steady plottin' for the paper |
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we been livin' in the dark since April |
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on the candle, gotta get a handle |
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my homie got a 25 automatic added to the gamble |
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nigga get the phone book look up in the yellow page |
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lemme tell you how we fiendin ta get paid |
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we gon' order take out, when we see the driver |
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we gon' stick the 25 up in his face, let's ride |
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steppin' outside like warriors into the notorious southside |
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one weapon to the four of us, hidin' in the corridor |
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til' we see the dominoes car headlights |
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white boy in the wrong place at the right time |
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soon as the car door open up he mine |
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we roll up quick and put the pistol to his nose |
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by the look on his face he probly shitted in his clothes |
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you know what this is a stick up |
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gimme the dough, from the pick up |
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you ran into the wrong niggas |
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we runnin down the block hot with these stack of pizza boxes |
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so we split up and met back at the apartment |
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Hell yeah (yo ain't you hungry my nigga?) |
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Hell yeah (you wanna get paid my nigga?) |
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Hell yeah (ain't you tired of starving my nigga?) |
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Hell yeah (well lets ride then) |
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Hell yeah, Hell yeah |
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I know a way we can get paid |
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you can get down but you can't be afraid |
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let's go to the DMV and get a ID |
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the name says you but the face is me |
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now it's yo' turn take my paperwork |
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like 1,2,3 let's make it work |
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then fill out out the credit card application |
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then it's gonna be about three weeks of waitin' |
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for American Express, Discover card |
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Platinum Visa Mastercard |
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cuz when we was boostin shit we was targets |
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now we just walk right up and say charge it |
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to the game we rockin' brand names |
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well known at department store chains |
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even got the boys in the crew a few thangs |
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Po Po never know who the true blame |
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store after store ya' know we kept rollin' |
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wait two weeks report the card stolen |
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repeat the cycle like a laundrymat |
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like a glitch in the system thats hard to catch |
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comin' out the mall, with the shopping bags |
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we can take 'em right back and get the cash |
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yeah, get a friend and do it again |
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damn right that's how we pay the rent |
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Hell Yeah |
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Got to get this paper |
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I'm down for the caper, we steady on the grind |
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It's a daily struggle |
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We all gotta hustle, this is the way we survive |
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I know a caper |
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We can get some government paper |
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You know food stamps can we really do that |
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Hell yea, right there for the taking |
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Fuck welfare we say reparations |
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And, uh, you know the grind |
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Get up early get in the line and just wait |
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Everybody on break that's part of the game |
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And when they call your name |
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Ms. CaseWorker let my state my claim |
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I'm homeless, jobless, times is hard, I'm 'bout hopeless |
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But I gotta eat regardless |
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No family to run to I'm 22 |
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Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do |
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My sad story made her feel close to me |
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I made her feel like it was an emergency |
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When I came to the crib niggaz couldn't believe |
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I came back with a big bag of groceries (hell yeah) |
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Every job I ever had I had to get on the first day |
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I find out how to pimp on the system |
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Two steps ahead of the manager |
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Getting over, on the regular, tax free money out of the register |
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And when I'm working late nights stockin' boxes I'm creepin' their merchandise |
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And don't put me on dishes I'm dropping them bitches |
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And taking all day long to mop the kitchen shit |
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We ain't getting paid commission, minimum wage, modern day slave conditions |
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Got me flippin' burgers with no power |
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Can't even buy one off what I make in an hour |
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I'm not the one to kiss ass for the top position |
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I take mine off the top like a politician |
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Where I'm from doing dirt is a part of living |
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I got mouths to feed dawg I gots to get it |
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Hell yeah (you down to roll my nigga?) |
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Hell yeah (you ready to get your hands dirty my nigga?) |
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Hell yeah (your mamma need money and things my nigga?) |
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Hell yeah (well lets ride then) |
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Hell yeah |
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If you claimin gangsta |
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Then bang on the system |
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And show that you ready to ride |
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Till we get our freedom |
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We got to get over |
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We steady on the grind |
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(repeat) |