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*two gun shots*
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It's a story about two brothers, Rob and Vic
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Grew up in the world alone
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God forgot about them, hmm
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Forced to fend for themselves
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In the Rotten Apples of New York City
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This story takes place, in 1993
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How many nigs did we get so far?
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I couldn't care to count
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Just snatch em up quick
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If he scream, I'ma put him out
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I put the heat to his face to SHUT HIM UP
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so I can dig him out
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Went in his pockets and got the cash in some big amounts
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I looked him dead cold in his eyes, *blast* without carin
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If money speak, that explain the voices I've been hearin
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You ain't really have to kill him
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Yo God he moved -- but I lied
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Damn, there's our sick stick-up turned homicide
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So? That's the way our momma died
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Is you with me I'ma slide
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[both]
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So we slid, had to get our gameplan together
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Cause this little bit of stickup loot ain't lastin us forever
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Desperate, on the edge with no place to go
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We can't go back to the hood we stuck up everyone we know
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Chorus: *sung*
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For the love of money, people will rob from each other
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For the love of money, people will steal from their mother
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For the love of money, people will kill their own brother..
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Now everytime I hear a fuckin siren, my heart skip a beat
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I'm paranoid, every face I see I think he after me
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Supposedly
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we was supposed to be gettin work from this large cat
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But since we know where he rest at -- we goin Bogart!
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Son frontin so hard
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Heard he had a hundred G's alone on his Gold Card
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His crab wife showed me mad cash in her blouse
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She said he the mad stash at the house
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Couldn't pass up a jooks like this anyday
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Anyway
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on our way there, I'm feelin bad vibes
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Yo kid don't say that
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That's when we bumped heads
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with vicks that we stuck from way back, up on Atlantic
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The way them niggaz lookin God they drivin mad frantic
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Yo don't panic, trust me
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What?
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I jump back and bust em
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Shots through they windshield, they ain't wearin shield
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Hit the kid behind the steering wheel *car horn* it's the way I feel
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In a state to kill I wanna watch him DIE
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Wait and chill
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We got bigger fish to fry, two L's later
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in a Bed-Stuy elevator, got off the fifth floor
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Water hit the skull, ready KICK THE DOOR
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off the hinges
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Bust shots right
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Only thing I saw was a nigga four-four
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His gun jammed
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He tried to run and, reach for a knife
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Shot him in the leg
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So think about your life
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and tell me where the loot's at
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He said, "I'll tell you just don't shoot black!"
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With the sight of fear, dragged him down six flight of stairs
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to the basement, and in someway, he had a trap door in the pavement
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Smacked him with the gun, kicked him out the way
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Had to be at least 500 K
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Now hear come the bitch, talkin bout her share of the wealth
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So we put her and the husband out
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and we went for self
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Chorus
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Yo, we fuckin came off!
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Word
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The plan was splendid
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'Cept we got all this money, and can't even spend it
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Shh, let's disappear
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Yea yea
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And be outta this place
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So much dirt and shit we did it's hard to show our face
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So we bounced out of town and went down to Miami
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Cause most those cats we crabbed was like family
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Now me and you beefin, nah it can't be true
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It all started when all we had was just me and you
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Now a whole different person is what I'm startin to see in you
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'Member when we had the new Lex
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with the two Techs, rollin to the duplex, drinkin Stout
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Thinkin bout, what we gonna do next, we used to work tight
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Half-assed cars, down to dirt bikes
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Hopin everything will go right, with the snow white
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and in number spots that flow all night
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Up to this day it was all tight
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Man, FUCK THAT!
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You my little brother and we came out the same pussy
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but I'ma kill you, you dummy, you FUCKED UP MY MONEY!
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Nah, the money fucked YOU up
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Tryin to say the money changed me?
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What you think, I'm your brother, you got a gun in my face see
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What??!
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How can one tiny mistake, make you wannaerase me
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Fuck that! You cut a side deal, that's why they raided the block
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Now how the fuck I'm 'sposed to know the undercover was a cop
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Son you been fuckin with them niggaz!
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Look just p |