Ft. Young Chris & Game
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It¡¯s like I got a death wish, but niggas can¡¯t kill me
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Live my long these real niggas gotta feel me
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The media, they ridicule me
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Heartless is how they really fez
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Wanna prosecute me till I¡¯m living in the cell
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Or I rot in hell
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Will I die in these streets only time will tell
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Until then I pop pills, sip my purple
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Spread love, money and guns throughout my circle
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Make the ass out the feds every case I beat
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Middle finger to the law nigga fuck police
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For my niggas over the wall who they won¡¯t let free
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And all the soldier that we¡¯ve lost, may they rest in peace
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Tell your ¡¦ who¡¯s alive, who said crime don¡¯t pay
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Nigga fuck how you get it homie find your way
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Young bucks keep your guns pulled enemies closer
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Smile, look death in his eyes, ¡¦
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[Hook]
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Where I¡¯m from it¡¯s dangerous
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It¡¯s dangerous, every day, every day
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Cops ¡¦shot¡¦no ¡¦raised in the ghetto
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I¡¯m just a product of the block
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Where I¡¯m from it¡¯s dangerous
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It¡¯s dangerous, every day, every day
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Cops ¡¦ shot¡¦no ¡¦raised in the ghetto
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I¡¯m just a product of the block
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The ghetto cold, the block hot
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Niggas talking, nosy neighbors and everything
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But a coffin, the hood filled with dope fiends and street walkers
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Babies crying, hop signs, dogs barking
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Crime scene, yellow tape, the street chalking
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Bloody sheet cover the face of the departed
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The blood drop and then she hardens
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Cops celebrate the ¡¦gun, this often
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Young bitch 14 6 months pregnant
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Sell her body on the corner, smoke weed on a regular
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Get a pimp off her money, dope man he was¡¦
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Last week raped twice forced abortions
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It¡¯s the life that I¡¯m living ghetto that I¡¯m lost in
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And I¡¯ma be here till they put me in the coffin
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Feeling like pac live and die in phillie
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And I¡¯m riding till these niggas come and kill me
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[Hook]
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Where I¡¯m from it¡¯s dangerous
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It¡¯s dangerous, every day, every day
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Cops ¡¦shot¡¦no ¡¦raised in the ghetto
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I¡¯m just a product of the block
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Where I¡¯m from it¡¯s dangerous
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It¡¯s dangerous, every day, every day
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Cops ¡¦ shot¡¦no ¡¦raised in the ghetto
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I¡¯m just a product of the block
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My crystal popping on politicians and scooping watching
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Pop a ¡¦ on who you blaming on cops lock them
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A jail cell can¡¯t rehabilitate a nigga
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They raise your bell and give a crack dealer life sentence
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Turn around a give a ¡¦ to the fall
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That¡¯s why a prison door, over a revolving door
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3 hots and a ¡¦ it¡¯s all we got, ¡¦for big and pac
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Who ever knew when that child was born
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He¡¯d be Barack
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44th president to be black, you gotta deal with that
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Confess that I heard were crack, we gotta deal with that
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Wonder why we put in the bags and throw still with that
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See a phantom like beans I kill for that
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Hood nigga going rich, now I got a mill for that
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Law suit she¡¯s bringing, swear I¡¯ve been through
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With paying nigga in full, it¡¯s getting shot through his fuel
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Known thug, since my brother got killed in cold blood
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So would I avenge his death, so would I sell drugs
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Promised to be a real nigga to the death of me
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Bury my casket to the block with the rest of me
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And let my headstone really was a father
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Any nigga that thought he went hard, I went harder
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So state out my bindess and off my mind
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I take a shot to the downfall, I¡¯m on my grind
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[Hook]
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Where I¡¯m from it¡¯s dangerous
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It¡¯s dangerous, every day, every day
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Cops ¡¦shot¡¦no ¡¦raised in the ghetto
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I¡¯m just a product of the block
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Where I¡¯m from it¡¯s dangerous
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It¡¯s dangerous, every day, every day
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Cops ¡¦ shot¡¦no ¡¦raised in the ghetto
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I¡¯m just a product of the block.
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Dangerous
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Beanie Sigel |