The inner citys governed by the gun tote
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A clip of representatives many for show but some smoke
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Stay all greased up or become chokes
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Reacting like cats that clap closely to stun folks
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Blame the goons handling the glocks
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Why you soon put up balloons and candles on your block
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Honoring late soldiers that ate boulders
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Gats are case closers nickel plated street sweepers will face mould you
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Get wet up at wakes or alters marrying chicks
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Its a sick scene watching parents burying kids
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(Shiiiittt).....Come in the hood and experience your body getting dragged out that S series Benzo
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No questions you can get killed smoothly
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They'll hit your shirt up make it look like you spilled Koolaid
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A little dude with a tool will double what your crew made
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Better watch your loose tongue before its too late
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chorus:
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Stand Clear, Watch where you walk
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Clones pose perfectly but don't talk the way we talk
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Hip-Hop's knocking throughout your court
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Fuck anyone who rather free download than support (2x)
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verse 2:
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Its real talk love you as much as muslims feel pork
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Its that Newark all city pop off your steal corks
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The field taught me every and anything that I be
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Those eyes on me lost focus on who's riding shotty
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And that's when a body drops jets off and party stops
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Wild style like C&C soda mixed with Bacardi shots
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Left hot rocks massaging beside your heart and rib
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Many caught a bid turning geniuses to retarded kids
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Crooked cops letting off things Fearing their lives
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Unlike the realest ones tatting tears near their eyes
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Ride or die bitches leave you with 45 stitches
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Get sent to northern state and be the one to send you fly pictures
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The illest thugs fire quicker at their enemies
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ICU needing better learn from your penalties
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get regulated every second it can end your stees
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Three pounds carrying a mass of felonies
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chorus:
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verse 3:
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Y'all know who the fella Sean Bell is right?
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Before they embellish what they tell us bout the hellish night
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They changing history purposely repel us like
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A mosquitoes bite when they're the overzealous types
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They'll hate to see an intelligent revolt
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Halting their incorporated assaults Popes and twisted cults
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This pistol life seems somehow to stick around
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Like they want us to kill ourselves down and move in where none are found
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Stand up and declare your independence Cherish it cause many are out to end this
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Calico hot rocks one could make the crowd erupt
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Now we're corrupted by the power of the gun powder trucks
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My lines deep in style like a router-ed cut
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Touching hard rocks to coward fucks who's every hour stuck
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Inside a formatted plain on cruise control planes or had it
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And before you lose your Soul change your habits
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Stand Clear
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