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One, two y'all
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Old school y'all
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Allow me if you will
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to indulge my verbal skill into a scene
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about the feeble minded schemes of a teen
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I tried to stay alive and I strived
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Sometimes I even cried
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I was only ten years plus five
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Nevertheless
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**** gave me stress
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my addiction to sess
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led to my first conviction and arrest
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yes yes
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the East New York style was like the wild wild west
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'cuz if you had to impress
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when you dressed in fresh gear
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"Hey yo, we only rockin' Bally's over here!"
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this year if you ain't got it
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you still could be down but play the rear
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you come to the section that I'm from
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ry to rock your fresh apparel
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and you'll be starin' down the barrel of a gun
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remember '83 and '84 in high school
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come December the jewel was the Brooklyn rule
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the restroom was off limits to the herbs
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cuz we was shootin' celo from the palms to the curbs
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lady luck be with me, daddy needs a new pair of shoes
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but daddy hates to lose so somebody got to get abused
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you think you jettin' with my dough, hell no
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nigga you don't know my steelo
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we 'bout to take a vote on your sheepskin coat
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and your phat gold rope chain
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you had to be insane to even get into the game
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it's me you need to thank
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that you're only gettin' ganked point blank
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my homeboy Tank got the shank
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that's how it was, so this is how it is
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you got to keep it real when you deal with them Brooklyn kids
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the Zulus dropped jewels on a school called ****
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now it's graphics, the gods had crazy mathematics
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chicks Uptown wore Louis Vuitton and Fendi
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wasn't friendly but for lunch at ****
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y'all could get it on
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a new mob culture deep like Bob Marley
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the brothas that was large Black Eyes and Eric Charley
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at Riverside they gave dough to any hoe that might want it
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if he had the loot you know that he would flaunt it
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in those days nobody pledged allegiance to a crew
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if it came to you or them best believe it would be you
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in two short years Brooklyn flipped shit, swithched
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a lot of brothas caught the blade 'cuz they snitched
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like the bitch ass niggas that they was because
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the Brooklyn brothas always keep an eye
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on what other brothas does
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security became an impurity, they tried to keep us quiet
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everytime they try it we would riot
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we made the front page when we took it to the stage
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in a rage on the masses
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we all left our classes broke fool in the school
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everybody lost their cool, no more shanks
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we had graduated to the tool
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that's how it was, so this is how it is
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you got to keep it real when you deal with them Brooklyn kids
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Now everybody talkin' bout the west coast, yeah
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they real with the skill but we was packin' toast
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in the days long gone, living wrong
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living trife, no life
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and the Decepticons rollin' through the night
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you betta take flight when you see 'em preparing for battle
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they roll a hundred deep in the street like cattle
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the only thing that slowed 'em down was ****
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and the **** gave 'em knowledge
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a third caught city jobs the others went to college
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the last third simply got worse schooling all the young boys
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that came behind the ones who came first
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that's how it was, so this is how it is
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you got to keep it real when you deal with them Brooklyn kids
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Brooklyn Kids
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| Jemini the Gifted One |
