(Intro)
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He just straight punkin me now
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So I step back and unzip my jacket
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I figured, you know
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He see this gun he gon leave
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(Verse)
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These be the politics, I am problems that do exist
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The hood up on a crucifix, Jesus, Mary and Judas riff (Amen)
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I¡¯m used to this, where we all deal with the beef
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There¡¯s a difference between discrepancies and the death of an enemy
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Low and behold the penalty, go on play some truth
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Way you hold your prob but the lane you take is a different route
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I¡¯m Bushwick block corners and saw hate
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On my own street had a trefuss
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I heard the slick talk whenever I passed by and had enough
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So its cast was tuck but laugh because I knew they actin up
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Niggas think they chuck but got no sick but need some Andrew luck
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I got a fam of thugs that can handle stress like a van of drugs
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Hit it, roll these niggas up and leave em winded
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Puncturing the lung while they cruise away in a window tinted
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I refuse to be a victim cuz a nigga jealous
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Ain¡¯t shit you could tell us, prepare the zealous with sharp propellers
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(Hook x2)
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The street shit, the street shit, happens all the time
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Niggas die over petty shit like a small crime
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You test a nigga¡¯s heart and that¡¯s where he gon draw the line
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The politics of hatred, you can never take what¡¯s mine
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(Verse)
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My, I breath through God but smoke the devil
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Niggas givin you death so behind your back with a shovel
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But they could never bury me sleeve, showin emotions
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I¡¯m posted, holdin my focus, the bird is over my shoulder
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They take your kindness for weakness, the choice is yours if it¡¯s worth the spazz
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Take a nigga life through a biff of numbers, you suck at math
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The villain¡¯s paradise because he hates his pops
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Chasin, paid for rocks and a pound of soap from a vacant lot
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She¡¯ll disgrace the cop so the kid walkin with wifey
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A hammer in his waist, disrespectful but spoke politely
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Insecure from life, you see I¡¯m grindin day and night
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And just maybe if he pushed the right buttons he would fight
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Dark clouds over sunny days, he never valued life
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Five bullets in the chest because the kid pulled out a knife
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Now his wifey crying on the body going crazy
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Another day of street shit, the hood could use some changing
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(Hook x2)
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The street shit, the street shit, happens all the time
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Niggas die over petty shit like a small crime
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You test a nigga¡¯s heart and that¡¯s where he gon draw the line
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The politics of hatred, you can never take what¡¯s mine
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Street Shit
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| Realm Reality |
