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Verse 1:
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Nigga you heartless
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you ain't heartless
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you dont want no part in this
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you ain't got it in ya
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I'm born to be a sinner
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as I move through these evil New York streets
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like grease
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and some kids get caught up
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all up in the crime rate
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couldn't hold your nine straight when you was bustin
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your whole clip and hittin nothing
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your whole block on him, only two niggaz got him
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came down fast
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with the cash and the product
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caught you pants down with ya clothes off
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a nigga never knows...a nigga never knows
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you got your ryhmes niggas?
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bring em-we start that
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its concrete combat-where I'm at
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a crime covered city
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where theres no time for pity
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we comin from the village
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of the unprivledged
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blood soaked bills through murder actions
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transactions all illegal
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I smell the cheeb like a beagle
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evil stalks and lurks
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dominate and do worse in my dwelling
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niggaz filling shells and compelling to bust melons
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(we just) bring to these fellas
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[chorus 2X]
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These evil streets iz rough
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ain't no one we can trust
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either roll with the rush or get rushed
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cause all we got iz us
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these evil streets...
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Verse 2:
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Seen the world through the eyes of a nigga on the brink
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drugs got my brain fried making it hard to think
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I'm trapped in these evil streets
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drivin some scuffed up ragged down beat up past tims
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some kid pulls up with chrome dimple guided rims
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now I'm thinking its 3 in the a.m.
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I'm walking and he in a BM
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drop top 3-he dont even see me
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would you believe, he saw my gun in 3D
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10 blocks later trying to work the cd
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spotted 15 on the BQE
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cause ain't no way them pigs is baggin me
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and up a Sonsee we official nasty
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For niggas that force the issue
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my man'll toss the pistol
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and of course I hit you
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let that loss be with you
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the more L's the higher
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streets are fire
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make ice hearts in men
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for worldly desire
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its the black attack
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born on the corner
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nigga grew up fast to get that looter ready to shoot 'er
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and he do anything to achieve it (better believe it)
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grew up in a band of theives
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who retrieves the goods
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stacking stacks
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and pushing niggas shit back like they should
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while we was gone
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some shit undeveloped
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now parlay, sit back
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and watch armys swell up
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yeah....punk niggaz
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[chorus x4]
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As we move through these evil streets...
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Verse 3:
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Only nigga that can kill me is the nigga in the mirror
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but when I cup the mic and make my fighting words clearer
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a nigga without a gun is like something is missing
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that was my employer-when I aint have a pot to piss in
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(so listen) keep a gun, even if its not needed
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better that than to have none and to be in deep shit
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We mold on niggaz like Bacteria grows
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fools they lucky if they walk away with a black eye and a broken nose
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nigga, we kill niggaz
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for Polo and Hilfigers
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its all for real ill niggaz
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and steel figures
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ain't nothin over here
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wont be soft
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shit be jumping off
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on the rag
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dont beat me in the head with that
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go head with that
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I think back me in my mans rover
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rip out sombodys grandmother
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pulled out, the bitch ran for cover
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keep niggaz guessin with our face without expressions
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for niggaz stressin
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I leave a lifetime impression
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it shines like aggression when the flame comes out
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saw the bout, what you got, when your gang runs out
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shits hot, you could get burned with heat
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we take turns to sleep
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you better learn the street
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knowledge
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damn, you could get shot for 5 dollars
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its live wires
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with no signs of survivors...
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[chorus]
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These evil streets iz rough
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ain't no one we can trust
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either roll with the rush or get rushed
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cause all we got iz us
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These evil streets iz rough
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ain't no one we can trust
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either roll with the rush or get rushed
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cause all we got iz us
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these evil streets...
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All We Got Iz Us (Evil Streets)
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