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Uh huh uh huh uh |
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Gee gee geyeah |
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Baby watchin' streets |
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Uh huh uh huh uh |
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You don't have to look |
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Uh huh uhThe streets is watching |
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Check it check |
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Uh huh uh check |
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ACLook if |
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I shoot you |
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I'm brainless |
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But if you shoot me then you're famous what's a nigga to do? |
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When the streets is watching blocks keep clocking |
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Waiting for you to break make your first mistake |
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Can't ignore it that's the fastest way to get extorted |
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But my time is money, at twenty-five, |
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I can't afford it |
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Beef is sorted like |
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Godiva, chocolates |
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Nigga you bought it, |
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I pull the slide back and cock it |
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Plan aborted, you and your mans get a pass |
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This rhyme, you're operating on fuck time |
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Y'all nigga ain't worth my shells, all y'all niggaztryin to do is hurt my sales, and stop trips to |
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John McNale |
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The type to start a beef then, run to the cops |
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When I see you in the street got, one in the drop |
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Would I rather be on tour getting a, hundred a pop |
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Taking pictures with some bitches, in front of the drop? |
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The streets is watching |
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When the, streets is watching |
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Blocks keep clocking |
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Waiting for you to break, make your first mistake |
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Can't ignore it |
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Now it's hard not to kill niggas |
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It's like a full time job not to kill niggas, can't chill |
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The streets is watching you, when you froze your arms |
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Niggas wanna test you and your gun goes warm |
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Can't get caught with your feet up, gotta keep your heat up |
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Sweet niggas running 'round swearing shit is sweeter |
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Once you're tagged lame the game is follow the leader |
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Everybody want a piece of your scrilla, so you gotta keep it realer |
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Kidnap niggas wanna steal ya |
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Broke niggas want no cash, they just wanna kill yafor the name, niggas don't know the rules |
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Disrespectin' the game, want you to blow your cool |
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Force your hand, of course that man's plottin' |
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Smarten up, the streets is watching, it's on |
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When the, streets is watching |
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Blocks keep clocking |
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Waiting for you to break, make your first mistake |
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Can't ignore it |
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My street mentality flip bricks forever, know me and money |
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We like armed co-defendants, niggas we stick together |
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Shit whatever for this cheddar ran my game into the ground |
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Hustle harder to see if indictment time came around |
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Now you can look up and down the streets and |
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I can't be found |
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Put in twenty-four hour shifts but, that ain't me now |
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Got a face too easy to trace, niggas mouths got slow leaks |
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Had to hide between my workers, couldn't play those streets |
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She got his face like |
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Mercury, you jerkin' me? |
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Hectic, had to call upon my wolves to send, niggas the message |
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I said this, "Let's play fair and we can stay here" |
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I'm trying to transform you |
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Boyz II Men like daycare |
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Hey there's money to be made and, niggas got the picture |
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Stopped playing with my paper and, we got richer |
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Then hard times fell upon us, half of my staff had warrants |
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The other half, in the casket lay dormant |
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I felt like life was cheating me, for the first time in my life |
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I was getting money but it was like my conscious was eating me |
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Was this a lesson |
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God teaching me? |
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Was he saying that? |
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I'm playing the game straight from |
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Hell from which few came back |
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Like bad coke, pimp or die, was my mindframe bad |
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Was niggas thinkin' simplify was turning cocaine crack? |
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Ain't a whole lot of brain to that, just trying to maintain a stack |
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And knock a lot like two trains that's on the same track' |
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Fore I get my life together like the oars |
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I bring back |
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In the bottom of the pot where no, water gets hot |
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Got my transporter take it 'cross the border then stop |
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Set up shop with a quarter of rock, here's the plan |
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For three straight weeks, niggas slaughtered the block |
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But you know the game is 'lluted, fucked up me and my dues |
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One drop can wipe a nigga out, faster than the cops |
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And this unstable way of living just, had to stop |
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Half of my niggas got time, we done real things |
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By ninety-four became the subject of half of y'all niggas rhymes |
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Public apoligies to the families of those caught up in my street |
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But that's the life for us lost souls brought up in the streets |
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The life and times of a demonic mind, excited with crime |
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And the lavish luxuries that just excited my mind |
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I figured, ' |
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Shit why risk myself? |
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I just write it in rhymes |
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And let you feel me, and if you don't like it then fine' |
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The mindstate, of a nigga who boosted the crime rate |
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So high in one city they send |
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National Guards to get me, ya dig? |
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The streets |
