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This one is for my people in the street and six feet baby... |
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Watch yourself kid, the jakes be deep and on the creep now... |
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What the deal, this ones for my duns thats upstate doin' bids... |
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Stay reppin' queens with infra-red beams... |
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[verse 1] |
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I only rock with fam'n |
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Plot plannin' niggas that cock cannons |
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Roll with the ox jammin' niggas doin' whole bids in the box standin' |
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8 niggas thats quick to hop in the van'n |
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Cock glocks and put the drops on the whole block gamblin' |
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Turn it to knots landin' |
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Gun shots got 'em scramblin' |
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Leavin' 4 cops to examine |
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The streets are frigid so i speak it vivid |
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Sleep it, love it, and live it |
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If you want one of these slugs i'm'a give it |
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And pop you 'till you drop liquid |
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Your days are numbered and i'm droppin' the digits |
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Bodies get sent to the chop shop like civics |
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All for poppin' up on the wrong blocks to visit |
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The wrong spot to risk it |
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Nothin' but hollow tops in the biscuits |
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Get helicopter lifted out your hot lizards |
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Keep it far from the child shit |
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.40 cal. spit |
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Runnin' with wild cliques |
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Dead you and beat the murder trial shit |
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12 valve whips |
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The strip is scorchin' |
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Flooded with drug enforcement lawmen |
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Strippin' your fortune |
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Shorties are like the statue of liberty, they stay liftin' the torch'n |
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Orphans that spit the fifth often |
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Mad chicks get abortions |
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Weak ones lay stiff in a coffin |
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Federal stakeouts, spots get raided |
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Shots get traded |
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Come in a lock everything rock related |
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Keepin' the cell blocks overly populated |
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Incarcerated scarfaces inoxicated |
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Bodies get operated |
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Some get chopped and faded |
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Leave 'em bleedin' in need for medical aid |
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For dough metal gets rasied |
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When shit gets hot it's hard to settle the blaze |
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The ghetto we praise. |
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Chorus - |
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The life you hold |
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Is just like the dice you roll |
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Be careful kid, these streets is ice cold |
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The thirsty worms out workin' the night patrol |
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For the price of gold |
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As the story of our life gets told. |
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[verse 2] |
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How many make it out, it's one in a million |
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Scared to death 'cause one of your children |
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Just might be the next one to get stretched in front on the building |
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Dumbin' out, pullin' guns out, runnin' wit' villians |
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Livin' in pain, kid in a street gang |
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Trapped in these blocks where the heat flames |
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Where niggas reach for they thang |
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Speak slang, chop your grill until the meat hang |
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Bustin' they gat, runnin' their deep games |
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Look out for the cheap dames that set you up |
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Invite you to the crib to wet you up |
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Lift your necklace up |
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Quick to lift and mess you up |
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Smith and wess' you up |
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Never press your luck |
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Be prepared to bust |
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How many you dare to trust? |
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Keep your friends close and enemies closer |
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I pour double shots of remi to toast ya friendly ghost until they send |
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Me over |
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Send some guinea's to roast ya |
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If they can't approach ya send me the semi-toasters |
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Give 'em the kennedy dose and send three in ya boulder |
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Life is about bendin' them slimmy's over |
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Plenty bentley's and rovers |
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Half naked women for limo chauffers |
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Crib with the fendi sofa's |
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Black costa nostras |
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Crack jehovas stackin' like sosa |
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Taylor made suits with gucci penny loafers |
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Mac tens in holsters for rats and vultures |
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Havin' dt's package and coach us |
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These raps are vulgar |
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Blow the backs of cobras |
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Roll with the gat exploders, gun slingers |
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Corners and slum hangers |
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The brick a ton bringers |
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Keep one in the chamber |
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Chorus |
