[Intro/Chorus: Madame D]
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Light is shinin.. beauty sunshine
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Here comes one-time.. the ball was so fine
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Heat is blazin.. the kids were playin
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His partner was shady.. tryin to slave the babies
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[Ghostface Killah]
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Aiyyo they didn't know the cop was crooked, he had blow out in Brooklyn
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All this while he let the fiends cook it
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The baseheads stirred it up, plus they got to blow it up
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Dropped it off in the PJ's and they bigged it up
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Then one day, shit jumped off real crazy
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The middle of a bathroom they find an old lady
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No clothes, half of her tongue, ear missin
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The killer had to be mad smart, he wore mittens
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Even though her leg was bitten
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Crackheads point the finger at Detective Slick Morris Gittins
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Paleface cop who done popped the desk
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And got the chop on his neck from when he knocked Celeste
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It was a slug, drug, he pressured everybody on the block
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Some niggaz know him as the Godson of Gotti
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And his black partner, he was scared to speak
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He saw how they planted weapons on these kids in the street
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He saw like over fifty bodies in like fifty-two weeks
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He saw his colleague pick up money before leavin his beat
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They call him desk duty, Robocop
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Younger dudes call him Freddy Krugs from the way he walk on the block
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[Chorus]
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[Raekwon the Chef]
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Heard the disturbance out the window, oh shit they got my son
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Pulled over his Tempo, Brenda dropped the endo
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Had her little nephew with her yo she didn't care
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They always harassed her, until she blew the captain with a razor
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His partner turned red in his waist, Mase done smacked her
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with the walkie, yoked her then slammed her on her face
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He bugged on her like she was drugged, plugged one in her
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The fifth relaxed her like a big thug pistol whipped her
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Heard she was dusted, musta been the way they threw the cuffs on her
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She broke the shits, went and rushed the kid
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Wavin her hands, she had a half an axe, all in her tracks
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He grabbed her by the air, she broke his jaw it cracked
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More cops arrived, they both bloodied down by the five
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Wildest niggaz just smilin cause it look live
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They gave her forty years in New Orleans, callin me (?)
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Shorty was young, by three days had a great bid
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[Chorus]
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[GZA]
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You're just worms in the worst part of the apple that's rotten
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You squirm and you turn from the right, still plottin
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All slimy cause you stay grimy, petty crimey cat
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You sometime me, don't need to remind me about
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livin in the core, with the scramblers in front of the store
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The bum holdin the door, the mugging no one saw
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We played ball in the alley where dope was shot raw
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And the school they kept flawed, plus the lowest test scores
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Small percentage determined to strengthen they position
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Transformation from critical to, stable condition
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But it still be obstacles on niggaz that's optical
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Watchin you like salt-water sharks that's tropical
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The money was the root and it's the instinct to make it
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With they pockets and fridge naked, many aim to take it
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Whether - hold up, set up, stabbin or a wet up
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Just to know it was the kid next door fizzucked your head up
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Once he fell short, frequently visit the courts
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And for some, another way out, is music and sports
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That's why I, keep the rhyme just as fly as a shot
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that won the championship, with just oh on the clock
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[Chorus - repeat 2X]
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Babies
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Wu Tang Clan |