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Yeah, sendin' this one out to my man, Killa B |
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No doubt indeed without weed, knahmsayin'? |
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That old real shit |
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There's a war goin' on outside, no man is safe from |
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You could run but you can't hide forever |
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From these streets that we done took |
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You walkin' witcha head down, scared to look |
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You shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks |
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They never around when the beef cooks |
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In my part of town, it's similar to Vietnam |
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Now we all grown up and old and beyond the cop's control |
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They better have the riot gear ready |
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Tryin' to bag me and get rock steady |
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By the Mac one double, I touch you |
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And leave you with not much to go home wit |
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My skin is thick 'cause I be up in the mix of action |
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If I'm not at home, puffin' lye, relaxin' |
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New York got a nigga depressed |
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So I wear a slug-proof underneath my Guess |
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God bless my soul |
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Before I put my foot down and begin to stroll |
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And to the drama I built and all unfinished beef |
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You will soon be killed |
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Put us together, it's like mixin' vodka and milk |
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I'm goin out blastin', takin' my enemies with me |
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And if not, they scarred, so they will never forget me |
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Lord forgive me, the Hennessey got me not knowin' how to act |
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I'm fallin' and I can't turn back |
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Or maybe it's the words from my man, Killa Black |
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That I can't say, so it's left a untold fact |
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Until my death, my goal's to stay alive |
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Survival of the fit, only the strong survive |
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We livin' this 'til the day that we die |
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Survival of the fit, only the strong survive |
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We livin' this 'til the day that we die |
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Survival of the fit, only the strong survive |
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We livin' this 'til the day that we die |
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Survival of the fit, only the strong survive |
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We livin' this 'til the day that we die |
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Survival of the fit, only the strong survive |
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I'm trippin', in between two worlds, tryin' to get dough |
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Y'know, when the dough get low, the jewels go |
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But never that, as long as fiends smoke crack |
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I'll be on the block hustlin', countin' my stacks |
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No doubt, watchin' my back and proceed with caution |
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Five 0 lurkin', no time to get lost in the system |
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Niggaz usin' fake names to get out quick |
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My brother did it and got bagged with two ounces |
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I live in a world where squads hit the block hard |
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Ask my man Twin when he got bagged, that fucked me up God |
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But shit happens for a reason |
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You find out who's your true peoples when you're upstate bleedin' |
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You can't find a shorty to troop your bid witchu |
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Hit wit a 2 to 4, it's difficult |
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Wild on the streets, I try to maintain |
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Tight with my loot 'cause hoes like to run game |
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Some niggaz like to trick but I ain't wit that trickin' shit |
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I'm like a Jew, savin' dough so I can big whip |
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Pushin' a Lex, now I'm set, ready to jet |
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No matter how much loot I get, I'm stayin' in the projects |
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Forever jakes on the blocks, we out clever |
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If beef, we never separate and pull together |
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When worse comes to worse and my peoples come first |
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Try to react and get them motherfuckin' feelings hurt |
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My crew's all about loot, fuck lookin' cute |
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I'm strictly Timb boots and army certified suits |
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Puffin' L's, laid back, enjoyin' the smell |
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In the Bridge gettin' down, it ain't hard to tell |
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You better realize |
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We livin' this 'til the day that we die |
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Survival of the fit, only the strong survive |
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We livin' this 'til the day that we die |
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Survival of the fit, only the strong survive |
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We livin' this 'til the day that we die |
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Survival of the fit, only the strong survive |
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We livin' this 'til the day that we die |
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Survival of the fit, only the strong survive |
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Look in the eyes and get wise |
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Look alive in '95, word up |
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Hypnotic thug life, get that ass paralyzed |
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Knahmsayin'? Mobb Deep and all that |
