Verse 1: (Nature)
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Ayo, Auxillary cops be grillin' me out patrol cars
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why's my chain so big with no job?
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remain so jig with no scars, infinite names
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ain't it funny how the innocent change?
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used to be kinda quiet,
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a whole different way, fake permit in my wallet
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until the shit expired
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learned to drive at age Twenty-Five, see I used to catch cabs
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smokin' lye while my girl fuck with mesc tabs
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do anything just to laugh
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I'll cop anything to to have
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rock it once, put it in a hustlers path
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I got signed with no rhymes wrote
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wrote it quick, throwin' rhymes out for free so ya'll could know my shit
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know my zip, 11101
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pretend thug niggas own one gun
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bust shots and don't run
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late nights the police don't come
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and if you still don't know where I'm from...
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Chorus
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10th street (96th and Spellman), 12th street, Vernon (Queensbridge), the
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pub, the hill (Long island City), the thugs (thugs everywhere) , it's
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real, the love (organized crime)
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Verse 2: (KL)
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Livin' life on the edge way back
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now I get money and stay black
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some find it funny, others hate that
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reason why the angers developed
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put a shell up in the chamber, let the gun smoke from the Nine I tote
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bassheads numbed off coke, a rib got broke
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police slid
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Yo, yo, you see what they did?
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alot of money to be made, now they raid the spot
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niggas engagin' to pop shots
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aimin' to drop cops
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the block's hot, niggas on the roofs of houses
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there's a thousand niggas with schemes for gettin' figures
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the Bridge blossoms with gossip
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chicks who cock suck
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niggas who hardly wash up
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and they light as paper weight
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I guess it's safe to say my hood's got tradition
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Q.B. Cobolition, while you be tryin' to listen
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regradless of the district we ballin' on a mission
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at any given moment I destroy competition.
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Chorus
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Verse 3: (Kyron)
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Fuck, I hate 'em and the Fourtieth will put the chamber to their brain
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and bang 'em
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you violatin' Q.B.? had to lay 'em
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I'll serve you if you onto that
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hit 'em up with all of that
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Seventeen, applaudin' they gat, I wrote a song to that
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twist the erb, dispose of that sack, ain't no more of that
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it's 2:30 am black, where ya Daughter at?
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the truth hurt, now I'm up in shorty boo's skirt
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take a sip of Jack D and relax G, it attracts me
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you wanna know who's Donnin' these hoes? just ask me
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the way the jewels flash makes 'em wanna be nasty
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Cuban Link cable, Dom Peri on the table
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look unstable, now I see why Brother Cain killed Abel
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love thy neighbor, we can live in the World
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thats your Man Fifty Grand 'till he fucks your Girl
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now it's all out war over that Whore
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Deja vu got you buggin' 'cause you know you saw this before.
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Chorus
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The Blocks
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| Screwball |
