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Take this for example young brothers want rep |
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'Cause in the life they're living, you can't half step |
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It starts with the young ones doing crime for fun |
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And if you ain't down, you'll get played out son |
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So let's get a car, you know, a fly whip |
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Get a dent, pull a screwdriver, and be off quick |
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With a dope ride, yeah, and a rowdy crew |
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We can bag us a Benz and an Audi, too |
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Even a jeep or a van, goddamn, we're getting ours, yo |
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Take a trip up the strip, and be like stars so |
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It doesn't matter if the cops be scoping |
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They can't do jack, that's why a young brother's open |
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To do anything, anywhere, anyplace |
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Buck wild in another court case, it's the code of the streets |
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They might say we're a menace to society |
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But at the same time I say,"Wwhy is it me? |
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Am I the target, for destruction? |
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What about the system, and total corruption?" |
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I can't work at no fast-food joint |
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I got some talent, so don't you get my point? |
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I'll organize some brothers and get crazy loot |
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Selling D R U G S's and clocking dollars, troop |
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'Cause the phat dough, yo, that suits me fine |
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I gotta have it so I can leave behind |
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The mad poverty, never having always needing |
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If a sucker steps up, then I leave him bleeding |
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I gotta get mine, I can't take no shorts |
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And while I'm selling, here's a flash report |
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Organized crime, they get theirs on the down low |
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Here's the ticket, wanna bet on a horse show? |
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You gotta be a pro, do what you know |
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When you're dealing with the code of the streets |
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Nine times out of ten I win, with the skills I be wielding |
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Got the tec one dealing, let me express my feelings |
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Guru has never been one to play a big shot |
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It's just the styles I got that keep my mic hot |
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And fuck turning my back to the street scene |
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It gives me energy, so imma keep fiends |
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Coming, just to get what I'm selling |
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Maybe criminal or felon dropping gems on your melon |
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So keep abreast to the Gang Starr conquest |
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Underground ruffnecks, pounds of respect |
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I've never been afraid to let lose my speech |
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My brothers know I kick the code of the streets |
