Open a de herb gate sellin pure ganja
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babylon come but they undercova
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they never really want me to stop sell ganja
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(they just want to take a cut of what you make so far)
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But Im not having it, I load the SLR
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pack thje ganja BOOM they break down the door
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ha-ha, 2 shots exchange at close range
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out of 3 babylon, hit one in the brain
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ha-ha, 2 shots hit the window pane
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I exchange 4 shots, I drop and feel pain
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but Im not hit, into the bathroom I crawl
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I look out the window its a one storey fall
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Im fallin, hit the ground and start crawlin
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instead Im walkin round and blendin in wit the crowd
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another day, I gotta way, I gotta fix this problem someday
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but the very next day...
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Chorus >repeat *2
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Can stop wont stop sellin mad izm
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all comeptition I gots to get wit em
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me nah go jail and me nah go prison
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(take it to his face kid dis em)
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Im in another herb gate like a superstar
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11:AM things are safe so far
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I used to worry about the competition on the block
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but now the competition on the block is the cops
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and even blackwatch doesn't know where we lay
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well..(open up its the D.E.A.)
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ah man, just when I went for more led
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The door opens up I've Got a glock to my forehead
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wit nowhere to escape, I thought I was dead
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but I woke up instead in a cell on my bed
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I lay back down, then I heard a crack sound
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2 D.T.'s came in and layed they glocks down
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one was whistlin a love song, he put some gloves on
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I thought to myself, damn somethings wrong
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boom bap, boom bap against my head
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I fell back on my bed, down to his feet
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the pain was insane but the hit was sweet
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cuz these dumb ass cops punched me right by the heat
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the glock, 2 shots, 3 shots they screamin
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then someone said..(ay wake up kid your dreamin)
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I said what dreamin, that nightmare was hell
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but as I look around, I was still in my cell
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damn I got myself caught up in a jam
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the D.T. that woke me up was like WHAT
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I wiped the saliva off my mouth
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then the D.T. said..(lets make a deal)
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no doubt no question, now started up the session
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no need for guessin, yes they want my supplier
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I said, what makes you think theres anyone higher
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he said..(dont be a god damned lier)
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you killed 3 D.T.'s yesterday you heard me
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but still the cops you knocked off, yea was dirty
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now the whole investigation is federal
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we want you to point out the rest of the cops that are criminal
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he continued to say you cant think it thru
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this whole drug game is bigger than you
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follow our plan man and you'll be free
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let me explain one thing so you can see
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we....
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Chorus
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Now Im back in the herb gate all wired up
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constantly thinkin about being tied up
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snap out of it, Im thinkin damn we like l's
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the federal and local cops got laws wit themselves
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and Im in the middle and cant solve the riddle
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my nose is runny {knock of door}..(let me get a 20)
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a 20 of the green or a 20 of the brown
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give me the whole brown clown or duck down {gunshots}
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god damn, god damn, here we go again
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but this time Im set up by my federal friends
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suddenly I hear (yo move from the door) {gunshot}
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followed by the shots sounded like the 4-4 {gunshot}
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after the violence, then there was silence
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then I heard (ah yo its us, open up the door)
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but rule number one, in this game is self reliance
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so I pickd up the mini Mac incase they wanted more
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the door opened up, the feds said what up
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they was stickin you up, so they had to get bucked
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suddenly a sense of trust came over me
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thought to myself.. .well soon I'll be free
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but as I turned around I heard the gun go click
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I said wait...but it was too late {gunshot}
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Can't Stop
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| KRS-One |
