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South suicide Queens....all niggaz
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gather up all your arms
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and get ready for this new world order
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shit is about to change-muther fucker
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Verse 1:
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I'm America's nightmare
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young black and just dont give a fuck
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I just want to get high and live it up
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so fuck in '95
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and why you tryin to slave us
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with minimum wages
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slammin my niggas up in cages
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changing their behaivors
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and spittin razors thats outraegeous
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smoking moaches is hopeless
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we want lazy sofas and sculptures
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lady chauffers who fuck us
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full house and royal flushes
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roll with the rush
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its the official nas
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got bitches with pistols and cash
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we living in the last
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my theory is "fuck it"
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sexy niggas get obducted
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my corrupted
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is conducted
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through ghettos
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sippin amaretto
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hand on the metal
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foot on the pedal
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never settle
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we wear Carolina Herrera
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dirty Donna Karan sweaters
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wrap over leathers and seudes
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gold plated guns and grenades
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to blow up
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I got news from the informers
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I'm trapped in corners
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bustin shots at Time-Warner
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Verse 2:
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hey yo
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My man big Todd
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he know how to get by
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he high
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threw a jinx
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then be fixed to be fly
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submit crossing up
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and downtown action
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and when he sticky keeper grip and move with traction
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keep mad alibies
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a plan to stay wise and wide eyed
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living in the state of south side
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crooked jakes
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and fakes snake
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niggas all out for papes
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oh who wanna over take and leave you with drapes
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the white sheet covers
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this heat smuthers the street
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eat brothers
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ten shots rang
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you got banged
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we all ready for these wars
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we all want more
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these the last days get yours
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[chorus]
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32 shots and certed the glocks
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you heard it for blocks
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the murdering guys
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convertible drops
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living life on the edge of dangerous
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where you living
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never giving a shit
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cause we living in it
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cause it be off the hook
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crooks crash
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cheeba spots
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and selling rocks
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the cops around the clock
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is hot
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living life on the edge of dangerous
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where you living
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never giving a shit
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cause we living in it
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Verse 3:
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Thinking about taking my own life
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I might as well
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'cept they might not sell weed in hell
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and thats where I'm going
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cause the devil's inside of me
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they make me rob from my own nationality
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its kind of ignorant
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but yo I gotta pay the rent
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so yeah, I'll stick a nigga most definite
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cause its generate
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if I get caught I'm innocent
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cause I dont leave no sticky finga prints
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for the cops
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they only good if they dead
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all that badge and that gun shit be going to they head
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to make bread I gotta steal for sport
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so I stole the show and sell some pennies for my thoughts
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and if this fucking rap shit dont pay
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I'ma start selling drugs around my way
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killin my own people in the USG
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shit they gonna get it from somebody
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I'd rather it be me
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besides...you cant tax dirty money
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and you cant trust nobody (nobody)
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no one (no one)
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I'm the scorpion
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and I'll probably bite the bullet
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cause I live by the gun
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we came to hear these 25 to life niggas who just came out
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and pull flame out
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take aim
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blow your brains out
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its life on the edge of dangerous
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where you living
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never giving a shit
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cause we living in it
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in South suicide Queens where niggaz act up
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nigga back up
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official nas-throw your fucking gats up
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its life on the edge of dangerous
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where you living
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never giving a shit
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cause we living in it
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we never giving a shit
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cause we living in it
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official nas mother fuckers dont give a shit
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word up
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Last Dayz
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| Onyx |
