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I had a bad dream |
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Don't be afraid, bad dreams are only dreams |
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What a time you chose to be born in |
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Babies crying, brothers dying, and brothers getting knocked |
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Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down |
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In this cold, cold world |
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It was the night before New Year's, and all through the fucking projects |
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Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec |
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Outsiders were stuck, by enemies who put fear |
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And blasted on the spot before the pigs were there |
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You know hoods, robbers, snipers new in sight, fuck blue and white |
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They escape before them flash the fucking lights |
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Gunshots, shatter first-floor window panes |
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Shells hit the ground and blood stained the dice game |
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Whether pro-calisthenic, any style you set it |
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Beat niggas toothless, physically cut up like gooses |
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But with iron on the sides, thugs took no excuses |
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Therefore, your fifty-two handblocks was useless |
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Links was snatched off necks, scars on throats |
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Jackets took, after bullet rips through coats |
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Against those who felt the cold from the steel made em fold |
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And squeal, once the metal hit the temple of his grill |
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Construction worker, who was caught for his bomber |
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No time to swing the hammer that was hanging from his farmer's |
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And it's bugged how some niggas catch slugs |
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And pockets dug from everything except check stubs |
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And it does, sound ill like wars in Brownsville |
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Or fatal robberies in Red Hook where feds look |
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For fugitives to shoot cops, niggas laying on roof tops |
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For his cream he stashed in a shoebox |
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But he was hot, and the strip was filled with young killers |
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You don't suspect, so cops creep like caterpillars |
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And born thieves stay hooded with extra bullets |
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Those who try to flee they hit the vertebrae, increase the murder rate |
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Similar to hit men who pull out Tecs and then |
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Drop those who crack like tacos from Mexican |
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Rapid, like recipients cashing checks again |
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Back to the motherfucking spot on Lexington |
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Babies crying, brothers dying, and brothers getting knocked |
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Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down |
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In this cold, cold world |
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We be running from the cops, busting off shots |
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Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down |
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In this cold, cold world |
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Yo - no time to freeze, undercovers ease up in Grand Prixs |
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And seize packages and pocket the currency |
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Cliques control strips full clips are sprayed |
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Yellow tape barricades sidewalks where bodies lay |
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Madness strikes at twelve o'clock midnight |
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Stick-up kids on the ground broke the staircase light |
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And I stays harassed, scrambling for petty cash |
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Jakes on my ass young bucks is learning fast |
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357's and 44's |
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Bought inside corner stores, their fire sparks the wars |
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Hospital floors surrounded by the law |
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Homicide questioning while the Jakes guard the door |
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My hood stay tense, loyalty puts strength in my team |
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Cause niggas' main concern is CREAM |
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Some niggas in the jet black Gallant |
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Shot up the Chinese restaurant, for this kid named Lamont |
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I thought he was dead but instead he missed the kid |
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And hit a twelve-year-old girl in the head, and then fled |
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Tactical narcotic task force, back off fast |
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Cause the crime boss is passing off cash |
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Extortions for portions of streets, causes beef |
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Having followers of Indians trying to play Chief |
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You witness the saga, casualties and drama |
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Life is a script; I'm not an actor but the author |
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Of a modern-day opera, where the main character |
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Is presidential papers, the dominant factor |
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You never looked at me |
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But you said to this chunk |
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But you looked so lost, as I walked on by |
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Babies crying, brothers dying, and brothers getting knocked |
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Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down |
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In this cold, cold world |
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We be runnin' from the cops, bustin' off shots |
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Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down |
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In this cold, cold world |
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(x3) |
