Holton Street
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Dean Street (click clack)
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President (uh huh)
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Nostrand Ave (DP)
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Orange Ave (RBG)
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Tee Town (Who wanna ride?)
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Brooklyn
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Come on, Come on
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Sittin' in the living room on the floor
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All the pain got me on some migraine shit
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But I'm gonna maintain
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Nigga got 2 or 3 dollars to my name
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And my homies in the same boat going through the same thing
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Ready for a cake better plot for the paper
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We been living in the dark since April
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On the candle gotta get a handle
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My homie got a 25 automatic added to the gamble
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Nigga get the phone book look up in the yellow page
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Lemme tell you how we fend to get paid
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We gonna order take-out and when we see the driver
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We gonna stick the 25 up in his face
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Lets ride, stepping outside like warriors
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Head to the notorious Southside
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One weapon to the four of us
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Hiding in the corridor until we see the beam from the car headlights
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White boy in the wrong place at the right time
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Soon as the car door open up he mine
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We roll up quick and put the pistol to his nose
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By the look on his face he probably shitted in his clothes
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"You know what this is, it's a stick up,
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Gimme the dough from your pickups
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You ran into the wrong niggaz"
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We running down the block hot with these texa boxes
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So we split up and met back at the apartment
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Hell yeah (yo ain't you hungry my nigga?)
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Hell yeah (you wanna get paid my nigga?)
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Hell yeah (ain't you tired of starving my nigga?)
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Hell yeah (well lets ride then)
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Hell yeah, Hell yeah
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I know a way we can get paid you can get down but you can't be afraid
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Let's go to the DMV and get a ID
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The name says you but the face is me
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Now it's your turn take my paper work
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Like 1, 2, 3 lets make it work
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Then, fill out the credit card application
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And its gonna be bout 3 weeks a waiting
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For American Express Discovery Card
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Platinum Visa, Master Card
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Cause we was spooked as shit like we was targets
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Now we just walk right up and say "charge it!"
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To the game we rocking brand names
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Well known at the Department store chains
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We even got the boys in the crew a few things
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Po Po never know who to true blame
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Sto' after Sto' you know we kept rolling
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Wait two weeks report the card stolen
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Repeat the cycle like a like a laundry mat
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Like a glitch in the system it's hard to catch
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Coming out the mall with the shopping bags
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We can take it right back then get the cash
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Yea, get a friend and then do it again
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Damn right that's how we paid the rent
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Hell yeah
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Time to get this paper
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I'm down for the caper
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We're steady on the grind
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It's a deadly struggle
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We all gotta hustle
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This is the way we survive
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(repeat)
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I know a caper
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We can get some government paper
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You know food stamps can we really do that
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Hell yea, right there for the taking
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Fuck welfare we say reparations
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And, uh, you know the grind
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Get up early get in the line and just wait
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Everybody on break that's part of the game
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And when they call your name
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"Ms. Case Worker let my state my claim
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I'm homeless, jobless, times is hard, I'm 'bout hopeless
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But I gotta eat regardless
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No family to run to I'm 22
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Now tell me where the fuck am I supposed to do"
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My sad story made her feel close to me
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I made her feel like it was an emergency
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When I came to the crib niggaz couldn't believe
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I came back with a big bag of groceries (hell yeah)
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Every job I ever had I had to get on the first day
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I find out how to pimp on the system
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Two steps ahead of the manager
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Getting over on the regular tax free money out of the register
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And when I'm working late nights stockin' boxes I'm creepin' their merchandise
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And don't put me on dishes I'm dropping them bitches
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And taking all day long to mop the kitchen shit
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We ain't getting paid commission, minimum wage, modern day slave conditions
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Got me flippin' burgers with no power
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Can't even buy one off what I make in an hour
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I'm not the one to kiss ass for the top position
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I take mine off the top like a politician
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Where I'm from doing dirt is a part of living
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I got mouths to feed dog I gots to get it
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Hell yeah (you down to |