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Hard like concrete, a mother******* straight from the street |
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Let's dance through the struggles, beat, how sweet |
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Children playing while the women roll deuces |
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The real *************s looking for some new *************t |
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That quarter is the ideal that you get when you're wet |
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When days terminology tech |
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Scramble city, slaying rocks like the west |
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Buck, duck down, now who forgot the vest? |
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Proceed with caution, the zone of danger |
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With a fat clip with two in the chamber |
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A spoonful of ******, a bundle of joy, 1970 real McCoy |
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Now you're cooling at the pond with Nikky, Ike, Mike, and Spike |
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Fingers getting sticky, I'll drift with pops down to 116 |
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Feeding time was prime, hitting for a fix now |
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Hustle, daddy, hustle, I wanna go shopping |
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Down by the clinic people need a popping |
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History before my eyes, the paper town players |
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With the mafia, top down |
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City's going up, sparks flying for respect |
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It's 1990's, you're ******g with the 8 |
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And as I'm speaking be more addictive |
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DC safe, man, we help 'em help the victim |
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JC jacks, *************s lift the fat, all that supremacy teamed with the cat |
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Friends stay on lookout, think your problems up |
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Markers make your money and your minors corrupt |
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Put me in the Beamer with some blow outdoors |
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Cut with a petty knife, take no shorts |
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You took in the game a hand to handle |
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With ******* over Mac just like Tony Montana |
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The ground is yours and don't you ever snitch |
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You feeling me, your girlfriend, ain't that a *************? |
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Acclamation, there's no hesitation, clean in the eyes, I feel infiltration |
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Don't sell *************t, I don't wanna hear it |
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If you love your money then go and ******g feel it |
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************* power papers, ghetto to the glitter |
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Standing on the block with no babysitter |
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An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth |
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It's the name of the game that they call street truth |
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One *************, two *************, three real *************s |
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One *************, two *************, three real *************s |
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************* ****** up *************t 'cause *************s busting shots |
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That's why I be on the corner with my best in my block |
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Standing on the avenue and demanding you back the ************* up |
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I have to blast a few, I ain't the one that be having that crack |
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Survivor of the streets, yeah, but now I bust raps |
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I took the L and my time will help |
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Hear me, go back and bring the ******g bell |
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Trick with the system, jewelry damn truck |
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A big ************* boy, had them rolling with Chuck |
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Respect in the ghetto, they like how it looks |
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Along with death comes the mother******g crooks |
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Yeah, I took a bullet, I lost a load of blow |
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Got no damn vehicle but yo, I got my soul |
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Life to me is much harder |
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And I'm still here and I'm 'bout to be a father |
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These *************s got loot, they got cash in the stash |
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No time for substance, how the ************* they gonna last? |
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A bird on the wire, this rapping gone fire |
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Hi******an for hire, life expired |
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You never, never know when it's time to go |
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To the blocks that you had and your feel for blow |
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Go ahead, *************, go and find the proof |
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Ain't a damn thing funny, ******g with the street truth |
