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[Kool G. Rap]
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Brothers on the corner sellin junk
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got held up by the hotties got the shotties in the trunk
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You got the hardrocks wavin glocks at the punks
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Police only harass you when they wanna get a chunk
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They got so many corners and they got so many spots
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And I can't even bump up the block
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without the, "Yo man, what you got?"
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I'm walkin past somebody lookin strange
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He's lookin for a hit for veins
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or he'll blow out somebody's brains
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Even the shorties livin naughty lives
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Walkin around, even drive around, with big forty-fives
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I just found out the candy store's a front
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They walk in the candy store
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Man G, candy's far from what they want
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You might see a pickle or a popsicle
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But if you step to the back, you get dimes, twenties, and nickels
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Honey used to look like a winner
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Now she can't even get took to dinner
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cause so many dealers ran up in her
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Somebody's blood is on the tar
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Last night was a homicide from a fight inside the bar
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Loudmouth tryin to show her ass, but somebody
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broke a whiskey bottle and cut her butt up with the glass
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Money got robbed for his bank
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They broke in his house and took everything
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except the kitchen sink
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Little man murdered on the scene
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He tried to come off at the liquor store, he's only 17
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Granny's damn near pushin 80
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A couple of hoods grabbed her pocketbook, and stabbed up the lady
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Cover your head, cause it's a dead zone, in the red zone
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Yeah, this is my home sweet home
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Three card molly, another man to fool
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Whites will stop at the red lights, to look at us like animals
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I'm gettin frisked by the cops
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They only tryin to get props, for blowin off a black man's top
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Up in apartment 3G, this sweetie named DiDi wants to see me
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but yo I heard she's givin VD
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Just when you think the skies are gettin blue
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Bang bang -- another brother's split in two
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Can't sleep, cause the streets are filled with danger
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Miss, your little daughter's a swinger, you can't change her
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She left with a stranger, inside a drug dealer's party
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Now off to the morgue, to go indentify her body
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Sonny boy is goin on the strip
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Robbin niggaz cracks, with a mac, without a clip
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Somebody gave a tip, so the next time he flipped
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and shorty got ragged, another bodybag is zipped
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A baby is born and needs lovin
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but instead, the mother smothered him and shoved him in a oven
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Cops killin our kids, but they bill us
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So what's more worse, the killer cops or the Cop Killers
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Everyday's another risk
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I'm even mad to go to my pad, the hallways always smell like piss
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No heat, just pots of hot water
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I'm walkin eight flights up, the elevator's out of order
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Man that landlord is the lowest
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Because I let my door slam and saw a damn eviction notice
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I felt like breakin all his bones, pssssh
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I'm gettin kicked out of my home sweet home
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*door shuts*
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Home Sweet Home
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| Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo |
