Just gimme the countdown
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Know where we goin [scratched: "AZ"]
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Uh-huh "AZ" "Streets is yours for the takin now"
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Feels so good "AZ"
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[AZ:]
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You know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up
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Laugh, get nice, split the blunt up
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Pray blue and whites don't run up, remain humble
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You see the change when the Range come through
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When all the fame ups your game cause your name's mumbled
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The chicks notice, jewels is like hypnosis
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It's ferocious when broke niggaz get focused
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The cars come out, bottles at the bar run out
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You know you're large when you in car could dodge a drought
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But here's the twist up, when beef and the money mix up
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Skirts lift up, a few fights, few stick-ups
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Then one little thing just, leads to the next and
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Here come them hot boys to breathe down your neck
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Now you gotta pack up, flee from the rest and
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Just so we can go, you was free from the stress
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I guess it is what it is
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[Chorus: DJ Premier scratching]
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"Creepin on a come up" "Streets is yours for the takin now"
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"Creepin on a come up" "I'm from the place where hardcore is beautiful"
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"Creepin on a come up" "Streets is yours for the takin now"
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"I'm rather unique" "I'm from the place" "Brooklyn"
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[AZ:]
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You know the saga, who liver, who hotter
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Who shot at who at the Ramada
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I knew about beef since Bambaataa
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Before "Beat Street" streets was heavily deep with the riders
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Guns and money, some was hungry
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Dysfunctional families that come from junkies
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Jailbirds with wanted warrants up in countries
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Just jungle survivin like a bunch of monkies
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Marked dollars, D.A. NARC's with collars
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Niggaz snitchin, but still got the heart to holla
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Hot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless
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Play fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride dick
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Can't call it, too fresh to spoil it
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Two tecs to war with, grew up next to all this
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So understand I know from firsthand
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The lies of a church man, high off his first gram
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[Chorus]
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[AZ:]
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The jails is packed, the streets is wack
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It's even worse when your workers tappin your beeper sack
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Wifey's gettin feisty, she's beefin back
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Though it's unlikely, it might be her Visa's maxed
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The coke is up, so now cushion throws what's up
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And the Ricans got the game in the cobra clutch
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The D's in the Capris too close to duck
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But what the fuck, they can suck on some coconuts
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The stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal
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Nuttin left but jail death or a record deal
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Vibes is weak, hoes wanna slide and creep
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Even fiends got a thing for that hide and seek
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Stick-up kids, kidnap, switch up cribs
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It's still crazy how them cocksuckers hit up Big
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'Pac is gone, the state of hip-hop is wrong
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You want more then long on to A-Z dot com
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[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
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The Come Up
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AZ |