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Open a de herb gate sellin pure ganja |
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Babylon come but they undercova |
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They never really want me stop sell ganja |
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(They just wanna take a cut of what you make so far!) |
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But I'm not havin it, I load the SLR |
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Pack the ganja BOOM! They break down the door |
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Pop-pop! T'ree shots, exchanged at close range |
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Out of three Babylon, me hit one in the brain |
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Pop-pop! Two shots hit da window pane |
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I exchanged four shots, I drop and feel pain |
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but I'm not hit, into the bathroom I crawl |
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I look out the window, it's a one story fall |
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I'm fallin, hit the ground and start crawlin |
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Soon I'm walkin 'round, blendin in with the crowd |
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Another day, I got away, I gotta fix this problem someday |
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But the very next day... |
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[Chorus: repeat 2X] |
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Can't stop, won't stop - sellin mad izm |
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All competition - I gots to get wit 'em |
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Me nah go jail and me nah go prison |
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(Take it to his face kid, diss him!) |
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[KRS-One] |
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I'm in another herb gate like a superstar |
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Eleven A.M., things are safe so far |
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I used to worry 'bout the competition on the block |
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But now the competition on the block is the cops |
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And even block watch doesn't know where we lay |
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Well.. ("Open up! It's the D.E.A.!") |
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Aww man, just when I went for more lead |
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The door opens up, I got a glock to my forehead |
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("Get down! Get on the floor!") I felt the stick, I thought I was dead |
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But I woke up instead in a cell layin on my bed |
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I lay back down, then I heard the crack sound |
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Two D.T.'s came in and laid they glocks down |
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One was whistlin a love song, as he put some gloves on |
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I thought to myself, damn something's wrong |
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Boom bap! Boom ba,p against my head |
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I fell back on the bed, down to his feet |
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The pain was insane but the hit was sweet |
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Cause these dumb-ass cops punched me right by the heat |
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The glock, two shots, three shots they screamin |
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Then someone said... ("Hey wake up kid, you're dreamin!") |
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I said, "Yo dreamin?! That nightmare was hell" |
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But as I look around, I was still in my cell |
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Damn, I got myself caught up in a jam |
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The D.T. that woke me up was like, WHAT?! |
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I wiped the saliva, off my mouth |
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The D.T. said.. ("Let's make a deal") No doubt! |
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No question, now we started up the session |
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No need for guessin, yes they want my supplier |
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I said, what makes you think there's anyone higher? |
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He said.. ("Don't be a God damned liar!") |
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You killed three D.T.'s yesterday, you heard me |
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But still the cops you knocked off yea was dirty |
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Now the whole investigation is federal |
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We want you to point out, the rest of the cops that are criminal |
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He continued to say, you can't think it through |
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This whole drug game is BIGGER than you! |
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Follow our plan man and you'll be free |
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Let me explain one thing so you can see, we |
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[Chorus] |
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[KRS-One] |
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Now I'm back in the herb gate, all wired up |
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Constantly thinkin about bein tied up |
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Snap out of it - I'm thinkin, "Damn we like elves! |
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The federal and local cops got wars with themselves; |
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and I'm in the middle, and can't solve the riddle. |
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My nose is runny.." {*knock at door*} ("Let me get a 20!") |
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A 20 of the green or a 20 of the brown? |
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("Gimme the whole pound, clown, or duck down!") {*gunfire*} |
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God damn, God damn, here we go again |
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But this time I'm set up by my federal friend |
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Suddenly I hear.. ("Yo, move from the door!") {*two shots*} |
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Followed by the shot sounded like a four-four {*two shots*} |
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After the violence, then there was silence |
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Then I heard.. ("Hey yo it's us, open up the door!") |
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But rule number one in this game is self-reliance |
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So I picked up the mini-mac in case they wanted more |
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The door opened up, the feds said WHATTUP? |
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They was stickin you up, so they had to get bucked |
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Suddenly a sense of trust came over me |
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I thought to myself, "Well soon I'll be free!" |
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But as I turned around, I heard the gun go click {*clik-clak*} |
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I said wait, but it was too late - {*GUNSHOT*} |
