"Late last night, two undercover police officers
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were found, brutally murdered in a Fort Greene
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apartment building in Brooklyn, New York.
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At this time, police have no suspects.
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Now to the weather, but first..
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G tell em what time it is!"
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[Kool G. Rap]
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I got a chance to get some money so I'm takin it
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No joke, because this bein broke shit just ain't makin it
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Cause I grew up in the fast line
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See my pops ran the numbers and my moms held the blackjack games
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Now I'm able to leave the cradle
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I don't remember the dinners, only the kilos on my kitchen table
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Sittin right beside a pistol
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And I'm watchin my pops, pick up bricks made out of crystal
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While he was countin the green
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I seen nothin but strainers, containers, scales and rocks on a triple beam
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People was too afraid to stick him up
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Because he had the most notorious brothers to come and pick him up
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When I reached ten years old
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I never recalled seein any more money and drugs in the household
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Cause now pops was on his feet
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And to keep us from gettin hurt he kept his dirt in the street
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And if he tried to attack, your family's wearin black
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because he just got your death, put on a contract
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Another sucker to rub
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Even my mother's walkin around packin a .357 snub
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And many cops dropped dead
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I seen a man pull out a pistol and blow off an undercover's head
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Cause it's hard to get by
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And that's why, when you're young in the streets
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you gotta live and let die
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Some say this ain't the life to choose
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Rage is snapped away you get a page in the Daily News
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But I just wanna get paid off
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Cause if I was workin a regular nine to five I'd get laid off
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Some people say, sellin weight, is a death date
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But I can't wait, to set up shop, in the next state
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I ain't worried bout a brother tryin to take mines
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Cause my plot comes with a hundred shot nine
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Police are right on my heels
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But I'm always one step ahead of the punks makin dope deals
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They can't stop me cause I'm proper
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And if they ever try to raid they better bring choppers or helicopters
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I broke a lot of punks ribs
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Dumpin they bodies in lots, then I ran and shot up the cribs
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Because a brother ain't fakin it
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If there's a record for killin the most niggaz then yo I'm breakin it
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I wish a brother would flex
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I spray him up and then take all of his money and give his girl sex
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That's how I'm livin in the street
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You either give a sucker two in the head, or you'll be dead meat
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I'm sendin punks six feet deep
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And gettin money in lumps, cause this ain't Twenty-One Jump Street
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You wanna stop what I supply
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Aiyyo, the hell with that, I gotta live and let die
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Police, police! Everybody down, everybody down!
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Don't fucking move, get down! *beep beep*
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Hey, where is everybody? *Beep Beep*
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Look, there's nobody here *BEEP BEEP BEEP*
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What's that fucking noise? *BEEP BEEP BEEP!*
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It's a bomb, it's a bomb, let's go
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Get the fuck out of here! *flatline sound*
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You gotta live and let die *explosion*
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Forget all that bullshit about savin the soul
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Some chump'll pump your ass full of bulletholes
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So I'm out to make a killin
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And all you suckers are chillin cause I ain't just an ordinary villain
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I got a rep for mass murder
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If you look bigger, I just pull the trigger, a female I just hurt her
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I got the .38 long
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But a dame can get the same if she's comin out of her mouth wrong
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And if you try to oppose this
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next time you see your mother she'll be covered with roses
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It ain't about a fair fight
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Because I only get open for smokin suckers in daylight
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Another punk bites the dust
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Cause I just bust blood out your butt like pus
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The broke life I ain't missin
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Because now I got a lot, and that's more than a pot to piss in
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And if I'm sellin you ki's
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Just put the G's on the bed, and then go head and take a freeze
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And while you're numbin your tongue with the yum yum
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I pull out a gun, cause I want every last crumb
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I put a slug in your face
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Then I waits to start packin the trap back in the suitcase
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Another punk had to fry
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I don't want to do it but yo I gotta live and let die
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| "Earlier this mo |
