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featuring X-1, Clay the Raider
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[Sticky] Yo, yo but that shit ain't mine nigga
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[copper] You know what? Get on the floor alright
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[Sticky] Yo man get the fuck off me
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[copper] Get down on the ground, and spread em out alright
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[Sticky] Yo, aight aight man!
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[copper] Get the fuck down on the ground man!
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[Sticky] Aight man!
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[copper] Now keep your ass on the floor..
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[Sticky] Yo who the fuck can I trust man?
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[devil] You can trust me man
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[Sticky] Everywhere I turn there's danger God!
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[devil] Ah-hahahaha
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[Sticky] Yo I feel like the walls is closin in on me man!
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[devil] Ay, I am Stress
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[Sticky] Buggin man.. ARRRRGH!
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[devil] Yeah, I got you where I want you
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[Sticky] Word up man
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[devil] Hehehe
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[Sticky] Ain't got nowhere to go Son
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[devil] No you don't
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Yo
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Chorus: Onyx
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These streets is tryin to kill me
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My best friend, could be my worst enemy, this game is deadly
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This ghetto might murder me, or lock me up
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Twenty-five to life, throw the key
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Chorus
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Verse One: X-1
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Yo, yo
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You know what happens in the actions of the inner city tale
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When your thoughts fail and have you scared to death
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biting off your fingernails, not enough, numbers on the weight scale
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Got, niggaz cuttin throat just to make sales
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Even if it take the last of me I'ma fill my pockets to capacity
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Anything that takes cash, fuck job huntin
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Put on a face mask kid, I'm out to rob sum'in
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If you home or not, I put the chrome to your knot
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One shot to the side of your face, let me up inside of your place
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Gimme the funds up out of the safe
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Hit the fire escape, high-divin gates
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Flyin from Jakes, I'm dyin for paint
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Chorus
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Verse Two: Sonsee
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Yo, I'm caught up, stuck in the tangled web
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Where they'd love to see me dead, mail my mom's my head
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So the tricolored silenced Rugar stay off safe
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To take off a face, just in case, a quiet lace
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Plottin, for your knot-and, your spot-and, your block-and
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anything else, you got-ten, hopefully you snake and rotten
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So eyes open, don't sleep
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Cause once you do you goin deep, mo' money mo' heat
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Police, wanna brutalize me to death
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And my foes wanna see me lose all my breath
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Maybe friends, come wanna merk me for my beans
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And bitches that gave me skins, wanna watch my end
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Cut open my chest, and see my heart
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pump the last ounce of life -- for livin, it's a price
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Til then, when it's over, kamikaze
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Strictly, I'm takin all you motherfuckers with me!
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Chorus
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Verse Three: Clay the Raider, Sticky Fingaz
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When I die, I don't want none of my niggaz to cry
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Just dress me in a black suit, and a black tie
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Pass me by to the darkest cloud in the sky
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No time to waste, we got the drugs in the briefcase
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We stickin up the whorehouse, we takin everything
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We want the pussies to the diamond rings
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You want the sun to shine? We want the rain to pour
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Official Nast' to put your body on the floor
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*BLAM BLAM* *BLAM*
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OH SHIT I'M HIT! I'M HIT! They just shot me in the stomach!
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UNNNGGGGGGHHHHH! *BLAM BLAM BLAM* *BLAM BLAM* Who want it who want it?
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Niggaz trying to kill me, and they caught me by surprise
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That's when I blacked out, my life flashed before my eyes *glass breaking*
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[Sticky changes to a narrator voice]
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My whole life I ain't never give a shit
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My mentality was *clip cocked into gun* get shot or gimme a gam
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If the gun ain't jam, I woulda bust you
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I don't trust my own mother, how the FUCK I'ma trust you?
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I did some things that I sorta regret
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But I can't bring them niggaz back kid they already wet
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As a kid I went to jail cause I sold crack
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I'm holdin trial in the streets cause I ain't tryin to go back
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[Sticky switches back to panicked voice]
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Oh SHIT! What happened?! Wait, now I 'member!
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And where my gun??! I musta dropped it when I jumped out that window
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*broken glass* Ahh, my stomach, where them niggaz I don't see em
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I gotta make it to the B-M, and try to stop this bleeding
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I ain't trying to die, I got mad blood spilt
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("Aiyyo there that nigga go! Kill him!") Oh shit! *BLAM*
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[Sticky narrates as a ghost]
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I left behind a widow and a bastard kid
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The streets was tryin to |