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(Inspectah Deck) |
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Check out the avenue, New York, New York the Rotten Apple |
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We grapple in the streets to stack loot and slip the shackles |
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I'm currently, servin twenty-nine to life |
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Duckin the searchlight, no sleep for like the third night |
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The big life is trife, got the young kids hyped |
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Cops shoot on sight, heat pipe be blowin through the night |
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The land where you ain't fam, there's no pity |
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Similar to Chocolate City, ten times gritty |
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Hittin hard, liquor's God, niggaz plottin on the come off |
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and come off, quicker than the clothes on the stripper |
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and slide like she doin up and down the railing |
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Bitch tailing in the Range with Golden Arms smooth sailin |
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The clock's tickin, somebody's on the block snitchin |
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The plot thickens, phones are tapped, cops listen |
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Too hot for prison, plus too cold to hold my girl |
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cause I married this life and she's my whole world |
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Chorus: {unknown singer} |
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It's just a sign of the times |
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Calmly listen - to these lines.. |
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I'm goin out of my mind |
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Livin - the street life.. |
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(Inspectah Deck) |
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Aiyyo, aiyyo |
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Make me wanna holla way they do my life |
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My life, is like a carousel one endless night |
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Where most die for pies, some holdin their chrome |
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A large percent die for causes not even their own |
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When the Inspectah Deck be long dead and gone |
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long live the INS clone they workin on |
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Til then, I hold a section, I stand alone no co-defendant |
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Showin the weapon, this saga had no story endin |
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It's ghetto heaven, and at the same time hell - shots propel |
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The one that missed me got Chanel |
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In the future ruled by computer, I self tutor |
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The music is the simulator, facin the user |
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I do it for those who walk the same road |
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And no regrets do I hold for the path I chose |
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No sleep since the intro, patrol the windows |
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I reminisce, with the chalice and my eyes half closed |
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If I could do it again, I'd probably do it the same |
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Thought I was through with the game, I'm goin through it again |
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The hood life, I'm in it to the limit |
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Couldn't quit it for a digit, die for it cause I live it |
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Chorus |
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(Inspectah Deck) |
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Yo, been around the world but just can't seem to leave |
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the state of mind that causes tangled web I weave |
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Made my home in the heart of it |
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Move like Seagal, "Hard Target" |
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Most want no part of it, it's logic |
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Cutthroat party in the Shark Pit |
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Cold blooded souls carry bulldogs and oxes, knowledge this |
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Maintain and remain sane |
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In the cold world where the rules ain't changed |
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Still Rebel to society, government be eyein me |
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They probably watchin me right now as I'm speakin |
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But all I'm guilty of is teachin you the truth |
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They got proof, so you know I'll be home before the weekend |
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The hood life, I'm in it to the limit |
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In it from the scrimmage, livin it, lovin every minute |
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and every hour, til the powers that be |
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eventually stress me to the death |
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"Y'all know the science right?" |
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"Death with the intellect" |
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"aight.. aight.." |
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"Represent, I make it hot" |
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"13th.. chamber.. specialist.. from the Bricks" |
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Chorus |
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{unknown singer} |
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Street life.. so trife.. |
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Street life.. for life.. |
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Feels like.. feels like.. |
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my paradiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiise.. |
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"Yeah y'all.. uh-huh.." (7X to fade) |
