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It's all real in the Nine-Four |
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Shorties kaught up in the system |
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Just close your eyes ... |
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Picture a ghetto, break it down |
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Back in the days I was livin' swell see |
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I was ridin' bikes, rollerskatin' & playin' skelzies |
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But nowadays shit is different |
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Little kids be riffin', the motherfuckers won't listen |
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Instead of shootin' tops they shoot Glocks |
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They point 'em at cops (*Blam*) and that's the way they get props |
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Yo, they do what they wanna |
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Fuck a 9-to-5, they makin' G's on the corner |
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Material things is what they want to scoop |
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They can't get shit like that, workin' for no summer youth |
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They got clients, they livin' like giants |
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They got the whole drug shit to a science |
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They got, jewels and beepers, hundred dollar sneakers |
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Lexus coupes: Windows down boomin' the speakers |
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They got, bitches in flavors, probably fuckin' your neighbor |
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C'mon! They got shit under control like the mayor |
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Man, you see the news today |
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So how you gonna tell these little kids that school's the way? |
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Yo, it ain't about I.Q. |
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Some of these kids are makin' more than doctors |
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And didn't finish high school |
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Teenagers are caught up in the system |
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And God forbid if you front on 'em or try to diss 'em |
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They got everything, from Nines to shotguns |
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And they'll put 2 in your chest and lounge til' the cops come |
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If you ain't from the ghetto this is undercover |
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But in 94, shit is real like a motherfucker |
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Tryin' to strive 9-to-5 out in the street |
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There's no rain or shine, trying to get ends to meet |
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Fuck the cops they don't obey the law |
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And if you ain't catch on by now, I ain't even tryin' to say no more |
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I don't give a fuck! |
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I'm just a squirrel, that's out to get a nut |
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What? That shit sucks! |
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And besides, I wouldn't make enough |
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In this time and day, kids get paid in all kinds of ways |
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And get more respect, than niggas that's three times they age |
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I know a child that's runnin' wild |
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That say fuck playin' tag, he's tryin' to get a hundred thou' |
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So it's hard to find a stable child |
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Kids are watchin' violent movies, or either got cable now |
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And they catch on so quick |
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Bout time they hit 16 they be on some Nino Brown, G.I. Joe shit |
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When school is out, they just wanna lamp |
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The last thing on they mind, is motherfuckin' summer camp |
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All they wanna do is clock dough, scoop bitches and get blunted |
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Kids is strapped, they be packin' shit |
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I seen shorties get iller than villains in some action flick |
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They say times is rough jack |
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And when you tell 'em cool out |
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Man they quick to say: Fuck that! |
