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(talking) |
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Young wild niggaz livin street life on the edge |
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Not knowin if tomorrow they could turn up dead. |
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Yo fuck regular cops niggaz get scoped by the feds. |
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The ghetto live in bloodshed (yo), we live in bloodshed. |
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I know this african cat jet black, gold grill |
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Said we can split a half a mil if i could get his wife killed. |
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The feds on him, jake to pull seven on patrol. |
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Cops shot on the stroll by his man thats on parole. |
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Now he haunted, had a big screen but he pawned it. |
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Watchin fox, saw his face on america's most wanted. |
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With three seeds to feed, stressed out like bricks. |
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So he got a fix, roll with his crackhead click. |
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Stay twisted, robbin young ducks for their bucks. |
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One day he slipped up, caught two shells to his gut. |
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But he recovered |
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To say the first shell wasnt shit. |
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What you workin wit? |
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A rusty 22 kid? |
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Then he flipped quick, bust back from four-fifths. |
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Six fire, four hit, one crushed the pelvis. |
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The others went through his wrist. |
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How's that for accurate? |
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The kids scarred for life. |
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Equipped with a permanent limp. |
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He was ill when he was young, tryin to raise his son. |
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Everytime beef come he blast the mac one-one. |
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Spendin two g's on gold to impress the hoes. |
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Got money in milwaukee with a house on the low. |
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He played the 5 boros, everyday fly |
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Thought he couldn't die. |
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Bags of hydro in da 5, gettin high. |
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He had a rep for hijackin, extortion, kidnappin. |
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Shootin up clubs, airport drug trafficking. |
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He met his match, fuck around and rob the wrong cat. |
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For a hundred and eighty g's the god want his cream back. |
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Now it's a gun battle. |
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But the son ain't fessin, he grabbed his wesson. |
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These niggaz lookin for me i'ma shoot their ass a lesson. |
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Going all out, kill or be killed, whats done is done. |
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These niggaz not stoppin me from havin my fun. |
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He at the tunnel, flexin his whip, rims dipped. |
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Had to much cavarsia so he started to slip. |
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Oh shit! their go dem niggaz that i stuck |
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That black truck. give a fuck. |
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They want their cream, i'ma let my gat bust. |
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Let his shells fly, the god got hit twice he wounded. |
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The liquor started talkin didn't know what he was doin. |
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He crashed the whip, jumped out ran to sixth |
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Flagged a cab. |
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"yo take me to madison ave" |
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He did too much to live, and too much to turn back. |
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Lay bleedin, wonderin why it had to end like that. |
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Nobodys left, the world just me and myself. |
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In back the back of the cab, son bled to death. |
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It's fucked up he was a good nigga... |
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[word up..the street stories..know what i'm sayin.] |
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[word up, wit the inner city kids...yeah.] |
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Young wild niggaz livin street life on the edge |
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Not knowin if tomorrow they could turn up dead. |
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Yo fuck regular cops niggaz get scoped by the feds. |
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The ghetto live in bloodshed (yo), we live in bloodshed. |
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Young wild niggaz livin street life on the edge |
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Not knowin if tomorrow they could turn up dead. |
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Yo fuck regular cops niggaz get scoped by the feds. |
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The ghetto live in bloodshed (yo), we live in bloodshed. |
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And we die in bloodshed, word up. |
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We born to the paradise so respect your life, word up. |
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Black man move on, word up. |
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Head strong..to the knotty one..men on lock down. |
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Word up. |
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Gun rule, the bx, bk, know what i'm sayin, shaolin. |
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Word up, queens niggaz, word up |
