What up
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Welcome to New Orleans
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Where police are corrupt
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And niggas with no money die at the ages between 15 and 21
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But see me? I made up my mind a long time ago that I'd never fall into that
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system
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I'm a hustle till I get enough, then I'm a get out
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But you know what? I got caught up. Started fiending for that shit.
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So now anything you sell, any corner you work for, remember that's my shit
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I could take it from you any time I want to
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As long as you know that, I won't have to make an example outta you.
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Remember, That's the words of Fiend
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[chorus]
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I say the streets ain't safe I know I could be a goner
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Tryin' to make a million dealin' around the corner
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And nigga Fiend know one day he's gonna have to die
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But What? nigga What?
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And with my gat on my side, I'm still gonna be the baddest alive(alive)
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I'm an automatic pistol bustin' He laughs, screamin' down to the haters
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Caution his lies knowin' he gonna pay for it later
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But Fiend...?...of bieng the baddest
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Later On, Never to go, just mama command us
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Nigga no heat advantage, stay hustlin' livin for the day
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Robbin' to the way in the allyway, that soldier ain't prayin'
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Forgive me, I almost waited for my breed to help me
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They won't doubt me so I'm a take somethin to get wealthy
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Healthy, young, got a gun ain't afraid to lose it
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This corner, I'm about to lose it. It's life I ain't choosin'
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I was placed here, a nigga before me was erased here
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Killa face fear but I plans to make and count cake here
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Get down and show me you're Bout It Come and take what I took
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That chef was paddin' the way you got the face of a crook
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Project walls shook, until Fiend's Spirit rose in me
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I chose to "G", Wait until the world get a load of me
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[chorus]
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Lord they know i don't fuck around
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Livin' every day like my last
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It's a damn shame the dirt I done did for the cash
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Is it my fault? Makin' sure my hood gonna eat
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Not seein' defeat, nigga I just stood to my feet
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Cocked every rock that I had, Cooked all the dope I could cook
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Took a glance at my family, like it was the final look
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Sellin' the shit I stole
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Have mercy on my soul
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And these shops about to be closed
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Cause Fiend about to roll
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This ain't no war to stage
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Feel the wrath and my rage
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It's bieng displayed
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At the effect of poverty's case
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This ain't no phase, I'm trapped with that want to live
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To protect mine, I miss you with rounds of hot shit
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My glock eat it, the only talkin' that you get in verbal
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And the way of my pain, so for God we gonna hurt you
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It ain't personal, with the thought of playin with my math
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Can get that ass in an unending bloodbath(bloodbath)
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[chorus]
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My life has seen shit like this. I got to much will invested
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Fuck open chested, me and my workers bullet proof vested
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Suggested cause my least worry is bieng arrested
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Upset with cause more these niggas done probably confessed it
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See I'm blessed with the game, Came along with my name
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Tested for fame, Pushin' out crack cocaine
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But watch the pain and strange thangs happen for greenary
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And involves seein' me, nigga windex ya scenary
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Believe in me is one thing, seein' is another
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If I'd have known what i know now, I wouldn't have lost my brother
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Streets got death to offer to you fast or slow
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But some stash you're doe, you could see the casket front row
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I know cause I done seen some casualties burn
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Plagued ?
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So now them niggas gonna learn
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It's my turn
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So when the courts ask for a plea
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My answer is they fucked up and made a nigga like me
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[chorus]
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3X
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The Streets Ain't Safe
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Fiend |