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These are the words that I wrote so I hope that ya don't man |
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I'll never joke about the coke that you're smokin' |
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Understand you're ******' up, ******' up the block |
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Got shot rocked and that's just where the ******t stops |
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What's the meaning of this? I must be dreaming |
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Everybody's [unverified] when I see men dealing |
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For a rhyme or rope or a dime of coke |
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Sometimes I rhyme when I'm crying broke |
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Many, many, many records broke laws, broke jaws |
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A few months ago I had to pause during that time, me and my man |
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Was chilling on the corner with a quart in our hands |
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A beef broke out, at Soul Kitchen spot |
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It was crazy Baby Pop, someone got shot |
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I seen him drop then came the cops sayin' |
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"Nobody run, everybody stop", I wanted to run |
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'Cause I was carryin' my gun |
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Darryl Mack packin mine, strapped with my nine |
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Everyone on the wall, that's what the cop said |
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"Everyone complied, except Bald Dread", he said |
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"Blood cleat boi me nah hafa deal wit' dat |
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Yo, I'm a superstar for de world dem call I'm Darryl Mack" |
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I turned around and said, "Word up cop!" |
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He said, "D.M.C., take your ass down the block" |
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If it happened to him, it could happen to you |
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'Cause that's what's happenin' on The Avenue |
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When I, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, na, na, na, na, na, The Ave |
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Now on The Ave, what people steal and they dealin' away |
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I got the feelin' the illin' will never ever pay |
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'Cause on the street, you're never in the fast lane |
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You go to jail or get a bullet in your brain |
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People laugh and smile at a stick-up |
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A young man in a rut, shakin' a big cup |
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People pass his ass and say, "Tough luck" |
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To waste time for a dime is cold ****** up |
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A loud shot in the air, not rare |
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A brother fell to the ground, nobody cares |
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You ask why, the baby cry, a man laugh |
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Nobody give a damn, that's how they livin' on The Ave, uh |
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Away from The Ave, they have what's called the backstreet's |
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Another world of girls that crawl the backseats |
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Systems that are kickin', sinkin' many black beats |
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(This and that goin' on [unverified] street) |
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I remember the time there was a jam in [unverified], the music |
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No [unverified] till after dark that's when the ******t starts happening |
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(Brother from The Ave, this and that again) |
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Body move in the back and a quarter in the jar |
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Find the rules by the basketball court in the park |
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And the [unverified] by the bench where the 40 dogs spark |
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The crowd crowds around like they found Noah's Ark |
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The young, hung, and swung on a swing |
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Glidin' and slidin' and ride the ding a ling |
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I didn't see a kid by the see, so he saw |
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(Near the monkey bars, funky cars we adore) |
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I'm throwin' fate to the gate [unverified] |
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(And my man from Japan got wicked for sure) |
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Do me a favor when you roll with your crew |
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You gotta check out, check out, The Avenue |
