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*police radio* (humming)
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(U-God)
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Night falling, red dawn, without warning or beef
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Late night city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep
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wit' cats and dogs become meat
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All that is sacred
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My body lay naked
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Aching for some weeks, maybe it was a hostage taken
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Some money making Jamaican
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High for thuggery disgrace on did him ugly, kicked his bloody face in
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Maybe he was mistaken for some great man
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In a dirty place he lay in a gray basement
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Shaking his scabs, crack bag, stabbed up four times, strong!
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With a long rusty Jason
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Dumped the smoldering corpse in a dumpster truck of garbage
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In this mad man hell he laid in
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Logical was hatred
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Some replacement killer came through, left small traces
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Engraved his chest
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Left him for death
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Left him on his last breath
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Crawling, just to make a statement (hu hu huh)
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In this matrix
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Subconsciously gazing the soft shell of a man
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Somehow found, amazing!
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By the department of sanitation
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Under city lights to the hospital
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Hit him with the chest rockers, shockers
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Pop him open just to keep his heart racing (Clear)
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(Chorus)
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Will he make it?
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Will he survive?
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Terror in his eyes
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Night the city cries
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Payback is crime
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He damn near died
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Banished my wounds not mine
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The city cries, drama ride
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Guns out the window, slide
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Before me now the city cries
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(U-God)
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Unconscious for months (beep beep)
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Deep in coma shock
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When you awoke, it was hope
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Dry throat
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Choking off tools, being fed ice cubes
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Pain in you head
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Change of the bed
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Doped up and soaking while police on top
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Doctors monitor your heart (heart beating)
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Sergeant Bilko came in with some zombie ass cops
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What we have here the chief embraces
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In his hands he pulls out two briefcases
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A picture popped up on computer
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One woman, one man, sharpshooter
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He asked you do you remember these two faces?
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'Mind you you're blind, completely hung out to dry, victimized
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Violated as if you was raped
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What the hell
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You escape well
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Police investigated the scene
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Scrape the crime scene
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Down to the bone panel
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While you lay frail in the enamel
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Under you nails in the scuffle
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You scratched some DNA samples that match
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The blood on your clothes are not yours, it was his
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Right before you blacked out, took that blow
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In September, you can't remember
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You ripped his nose ring
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Right out his nose
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Before he took it four times in the ribs
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But somehow he lived
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>From the little bit of blood you grabbed
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His skin type, you ran it back to forensic labs
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Your finger prints popped up
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This is where it begins
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Your street name was Henry the Saint
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Staten Island's where your crib was at
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Park Hill project was your outlet
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You was a target
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Or organized outfit
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Not by the mafia, this where it get chills
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Your wife hired some hitman to kill you for your ten million dollar will
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Money fund drill
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Booby trapped perhaps
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Left his food for the rats
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Now...
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(Chorus)
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Will you make it?
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Will you survive?
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Terror in your eyes
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Night the city cries
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Payback is crime
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You damn near died
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Bandaged by wounds not mine
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The city cries, drama ride
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Guns out the window slide
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Before me now the city cries
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(U-God)
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One cop's weakness
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Was heroic, he exposed pieces
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Leaked out information
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On surveillance where his wife was staying
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Police tracked her down
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Blood hound on the east side of town
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In some skyscraper
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They had video tapes of her
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And some porn star fling, her and the next door neighbor
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And the killer with the nose ring
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But the police didn't have a case
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'Cause the victim couldn't remember a thing
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Not even a face
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He had to clear his name
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He bit off more than he could chew
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His absent minded flash backs grew
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And grew to hate
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He had to escape
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To ICU
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On the second day he came through
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He concocted the impossible
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The psych' slipped out the cuffs
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Somehow killed to armed guards (bang, bang)
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Grabbed their guns
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Before he fled the hospital, slivers into the night
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If police hunting was right
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He's seeking for justice
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Off point bulletin
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On a black male Jamaican
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Meanwhile a dark lookable crook
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Is in a alleyway for retaliati |