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[Bobby Bland] (Ain't love in the heart of the city) |
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[Verse 1: Larry-O] |
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Gun claps erupt from the back alley way |
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The heat in the streets stress a nigga every day |
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Cops raid blocks like scenes from Red Dawn |
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The American Dream in the ghetto is more gall |
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I knew this kid cold out of luck |
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No loot or nothing, you know that other fuck-up |
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Well, if I ain't got, I'ma take |
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I got a burner in your face, son, ain't no escape |
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From the mental prison that I'm in |
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I wanna break out but I'm committin mad sins |
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We got the city under siege, how |
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Gang-land style, juveniles running wild |
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Niggaz come, niggaz go, niggaz die |
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My man could've been a ball-player but he gettin' high |
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It's dangerous out here, son |
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Cos yo, the average motherfucker's living under the gun |
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[Verse 2: Larry-O] |
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My peoples in the streets is dying, son |
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Coke is a commodity and so is the gun |
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It's time to cultivate a plan that's guaranteed to hit |
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Flips some cook-up, stack a 100 thou and quit |
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My 9 to 5 ain't saying shit |
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Niggaz' joints are too mean and hoes are too thick |
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So now I gotta locate my click |
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And rise to the top till the cream turn thick |
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I'm working with rocks, lives are stopped |
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Rebels breaking pebbles and mobilizing all blocks |
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Undercover Rockefellas get paid |
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Dope lines be long, yo, the loot be minute-made |
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It's ill when you think about the plot |
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When playing in the game is designed to get us knocked |
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What's my attitude when I see a jake drop |
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Buck, buck, buck and you don't stop |
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[Verse 3: Larry-O] |
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No turning back now, progression can't stop |
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It's like everytime I look up my neck be on the chopping block |
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A kid got murdered for a ring |
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Beef throughout the street be like a everyday thing |
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A warzone with gunfire sounds |
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We gunnin each other down like motherfucking killer clowns |
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Living conditions is out of order |
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A shorty slaughtered her daughter cos she couldn't support her |
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Yo, niggaz be making big bets |
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Clowns with short paper get killed for big debts |
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And little shorties on cellular phones |
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Knots with rubber-bands, rims dipped in chrome |
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How long does the good shit last? |
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Niggaz that die young be niggaz that live fast |
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I dropped a gem and hit you off with the deal |
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I only live one way and that's motherfucking real |