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[Ka]Thought life rest in a .45, aim for head, chest fortified |
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Sons look for revenge, out of stress, daughters cry |
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Got to do it here, can't afford to try |
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Thought the gutter ended in the ' |
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Ville, then |
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I saw the sky |
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They get wet daily, it's a live nigga water ride |
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Just slow and steady when the rain step inside, let the tortoise by |
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It's the hundred man street value, hundred grand |
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Instant, nothing planned, ripping shit you couldn't understand |
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Came heaven to warn, |
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I'm repping the lifeless |
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Weapon of |
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Christ is, you run out? |
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I'm steppin' in |
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Check with the seven deadly devices, living the real world |
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Fuck, your love from a real girl, raised my sister |
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Amongst the slime and the crime, now she a ill pearl |
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Never seen nothing like me, |
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I'm for those who get it on nightly |
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You need a boost of strength, put it on, recite me |
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I tour with toast, cuz drama's always close |
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Feeling the waves, killa praise, applaud my folks |
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From the quarter most raw, absorb the quotes |
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For sure I'm the cure, and this more than those |
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Yeah, I'm from the bottom but |
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I look forward to gross[Chorus: GZA (Ka)] |
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In the gutter, some ride, some chill (some chill) |
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I'm from the gutter, some ' |
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Stuy, some ' |
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Ville (some 'Ville) |
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Know many brothers, some cry, some build |
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Word to the mother, some lie, some steal (steal) |
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Some get popped, some die, some heal (some heal) |
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Some get knocked, some hide and some real(Some even bust shots, some live, some kill)(But that's gutter where Ka and them chill)[Ka] |
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Slim nigga with the fat pound, back down |
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Most brolic dude, try to move, hit him in the face |
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Never again taste solid food, same shit |
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I'm in solitude, or with the wildest crew |
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Bulletproof down my coats, like |
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Ghost Wallets shoe |
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I run wit a crook or two, look who escaped out |
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Brooklyn Zoo |
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Fuck that queen, |
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I show you what a knight, and a rook'll do |
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New York City |
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Bronson, heat up quicker than |
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Vinnie Johnson |
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A block got |
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Bloods now, it's like a mini |
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ComptonTo have honey smiling, need money piling |
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Bundles, bundles, bundles, a hundred thousand |
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That's why with my gun |
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I'm browsing |
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On the hottest strip to see you, |
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I gotta hit the star running housing |
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I listen to my ear, respect my ego |
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If I need council, bounce through, check my people |
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The first on |
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Earth with the same thirst |
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I accept is equal |
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Never move with crews, you lose with the steps beneath you |
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I rep a lethal and beef, might elect to mosquite you |
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From where beef great you, do as much as dirt as us |
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But they preach lethal |
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The block is crashed, the blast from the heat teach you |
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If one lesson fail, oh well, the streets keep you |
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Had his dreams, one magazine, she sleep you[Chorus][Ka] |
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Iron body, every nigga with cavity shotty |
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Forced to grow up quick, never sat on the potty |
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Went from crawl to run, we want all or none |
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Being fatherless bothered us, everybody who called me son |
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Block scholastic, sunny chips from the rock jurassic |
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For heavy glory, monk territory for a rotten casket |
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Thought our young committee was gon' run the city |
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When feds being unprepared, so |
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I bum the smitty |
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If you dare come and get me, |
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I'm from royalty |
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I represent myself, don't need no loyalty |
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People call on me, cuz |
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I'm ready when it's urgent |
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Too much grace to tremble, hand steady a surgeon |