Yea,
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Yea street life
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Gutter shit
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Soldier life nigga
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Get it right
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New York City
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Where I'm from
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Live are Die
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Marcy
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Do what you do
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Check it out now
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Yo I'm here to put my thing down
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Set up shot with cocaine now
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Pick off niggas who aint down
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I'm in the game now
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Brought a couple of cats from the way down
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Who know how to slang thows
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And grimmy niggas who aim wild
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Who juss want to rep
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And wet niggas who think foul
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Ran into Jay while I'm clappin this math
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This crab show me some slab
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Now I'm tryna get back
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We played the out skerch
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Nigga smoother then my shirt
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Spit a couple of words, a pound, then he merked
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Shit he left skid marks
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I let the clip spark
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When off in the hood
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Played the bench till its dark
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I'm profouned to the drug game
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A thin line between love and hate
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Some niggas I love to hate
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I thought my connect respect me
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This nigga got bad words since some haters wet me
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[Chorus 4x's]
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To stay alive in New York City
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To stay alive realize that you got to be a soilder
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Check it
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Yo I'ma soldier to the heart
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Through my blood line
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One way to catch a crab is always on his front time
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I keep a chicken on a bench flippin
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Grippin
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I smoke weed but this shit got a nigga slippin
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A herb seed burn me, drop the L
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Spot it through my per-if-u
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This nigga tryna murder me
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Shorty wop jumped in front of me
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Caught one
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Blaze back empty empty the roots
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Through the bitch niggas, take that
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Niggaz killed my down bitch
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Bust around bitch
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I dont know who clapped
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So I dont hang around
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Shit
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Lame beat me on the ounce of raw
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Dominican nigga
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Look innocent nigga
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Fuck it I'ma finish this nigga
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Back the coop out the lot
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Cock one in the drop
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Put the burner in the dash fee dipped in black
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Got Bleek on alert
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For the cat who beat me on the stack
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[Chorus 4x's]
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To stay alive in New York City
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To stay alive realize that you got to be a soilder
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Yo, Yo
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Slow money, broke niggas, no weed
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One gun
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And my down bitch gone
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Got a nigga on the run
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Strip hot
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Niggas came through
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Bang shots
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Have me sleeping in my wheels
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To the real get got
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Now I play the cut
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On some nigga what shit
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Flip fo-in-dicals
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For real now who wants it
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Two blocks from the Jay's this nigga lay
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He pump trays
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Try'n to get the Memph man put away
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His next option
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Pack up get out of dodge
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When he caught I'ma let the fifth give his face a massage
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Too much dro got my eyes low
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On the creep triple black down
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Cuz I'ma cripple that clown
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Spotted him by WoodHall
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Niggas think the fe-in took off
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Like he ran track or he played football
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Hot day and everybody outside
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I'ma catch him on that block
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Where the hot wips ride
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Ride slow this nigga out burning trees
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Wit a bad bitch
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I'ma put his brain on her sleeve
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I'ts already cocked
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I move slow up the block
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Jumped out
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Made him tounge kiss the glock
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I Squeeze two
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And niggas seen this nigga drop
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Cold of the street and forever stay hot
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Motherfucker
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[Chorus 4x's]
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To stay alive in New York City
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To stay alive realize that you got to be a soldier
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Stay Alive In NYC
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Memphis Bleek |