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Havoc
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Its kinda bugged how I go sometimes
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Know they staring, Brain feels like a wheel lost with out the ball bearing
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Stuck, Contemplating on who I can trust
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But like lleullo in a bill my feelings just get crushed
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But thats why I stick with my duns, like I stick with the guns
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Don't get mad , Rip your hun, concentrate on my funds
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Lift heavy gats concealed by my waist
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Never get patted down when I step in the place
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Jiggied up, smoke the pot, Confirm if it is real reefer or not
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Rally up, after this get followed straight to the crib
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Gem Star, double edge apply pressure
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Shave em down, Blow marks right through your mecca
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Wanna be a thug, now you got the thug look,
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Stick em up, leave medicaid, with the real to push
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God-Body, With a rubber grip black shotti
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Pump one in his ass make that nigga switch hobbies
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A dossage, hand delivered, without postage
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Bring it to your door step quick on short notice
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Niggas get sniped like, Klonker Brockite
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Show em how to rock right, when bitches hold the mic, street life
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Hook
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(2x)Why you have to raise me this way, You showed me how to survive the
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concrete, If I survive only time can say, You where a part of me..
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(Street Life)
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Big Noyd
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This is something you feel nigga, like the theme song from Hill Street Blues
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This is real, this is ill street news
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How he gone, and left his moms mind struck
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Now his brother ain't giving a fuck
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Little sister giving up the butt now, Dun don't wet that
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I want you to rest black, cause you better belive Noyd gon handle that
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Cause when I get em, I'm gonna have em
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Pull out the sweeper, and spray it at them
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I ain't no killer, you know me
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But I'll be damned if I don't lie for my co-d
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And then this Old G, scold me, and told me, coldly
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You keep it up and you will be dead like your homey
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But I gotta redeem, get this cream by any means
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I never been clean
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Nigga, my whole click got dirty
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>From the battles, to the trials and bloody up shirtsleeves
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Nigga you heard me
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Its Gangsta
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Hook 2x
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Prodigy
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Vision the canvas I paint a picture
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Similar to Ernies Barnes nigga
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But mines is more ghetto more guns
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More drugs, mostly thugs
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All my duns, their baby moms daughter and sons
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Dark blocks, with streets lamps shot the fuck out
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Park benches broke, a nigga stretched out
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Jumped off the roof to his death its real
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Hand Ball walls displayed with R-I-P murials
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Those who sling, play the shadows by the building
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Devils spring, keep em going while the snows blowing
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Grams get dipped, 50's are moked, cookies are broke
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And Spliced in large pieces for the fiends to smoke
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The sun set looks beautiful over the projects
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What a shame, its ain't the same where we stand at
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If you look close you can see the bricks chipped off
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Sometimes niggas miss when they lick off don't get clipped off
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Street life
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Hook 2x
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Streets Raised Me
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