This one is for my people in the street and six feet baby...
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watch yourself kid, the jakes be deep and on the creep now...
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what the deal, this ones for my duns thats upstate doin' bids...
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stay reppin' Queens with infra-red beams...
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[Verse 1]
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I only rock with fam'n
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plot plannin' niggas that cock cannons
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roll with the ox jammin' niggas doin' whole bids in the box standin'
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8 niggas thats quick to hop in the van'n
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cock glocks and put the drops on the whole block gamblin'
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turn it to knots landin'
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gun shots got 'em scramblin'
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leavin' 4 cops to examine
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the streets are frigid so I speak it vivid
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sleep it, love it, and live it
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if you want one of these slugs I'm'a give it
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and pop you 'till you drop liquid
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your days are numbered and I'm droppin' the digits
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bodies get sent to the chop shop like civics
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all for poppin' up on the wrong blocks to visit
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the wrong spot to risk it
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nothin' but hollow tops in the biscuits
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get helicopter lifted out your hot lizards
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keep it far from the child shit
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.40 cal. spit
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runnin' with wild cliques
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dead you and beat the murder trial shit
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12 valve whips
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the strip is scorchin'
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flooded with drug enforcement lawmen
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strippin' your fortune
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shorties are like the statue of liberty, they stay liftin' the torch'n
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orphans that spit the fifth often
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mad chicks get abortions
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weak ones lay stiff in a coffin
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federal stakeouts, spots get raided
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shots get traded
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come in a lock everything rock related
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keepin' the cell blocks overly populated
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incarcerated scarfaces inoxicated
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bodies get operated
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some get chopped and faded
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leave 'em bleedin' in need for medical aid
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for dough metal gets rasied
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when shit gets hot it's hard to settle the blaze
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the ghetto we praise.
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Chorus -
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The life you hold
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is just like the dice you roll
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be careful kid, these streets is ice cold
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the thirsty worms out workin' the night patrol
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for the price of gold
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as the story of our life gets told.
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[Verse 2]
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How many make it out, it's one in a Million
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scared to death 'cause one of your children
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just might be the next one to get stretched in front on the building
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dumbin' out, pullin' guns out, runnin' wit' villians
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livin' in pain, kid in a street gang
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trapped in these blocks where the heat flames
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where niggas reach for they thang
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speak slang, chop your grill until the meat hang
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bustin' they gat, runnin' their deep games
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look out for the cheap dames that set you up
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invite you to the crib to wet you up
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lift your necklace up
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quick to lift and mess you up
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Smith and Wess' you up
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never press your luck
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be prepared to bust
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how many you dare to trust?
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keep your friends close and enemies closer
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I pour double shots of Remi to toast ya friendly ghost until they send
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me over
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send some Guinea's to roast ya
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if they can't approach ya send me the semi-toasters
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give 'em the Kennedy dose and send three in ya boulder
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life is about bendin' them slimmy's over
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plenty Bentley's and Rovers
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half naked Women for Limo chauffers
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crib with the Fendi sofa's
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black Costa Nostras
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crack Jehovas stackin' like Sosa
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Taylor made suits with Gucci penny loafers
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MAC Tens in holsters for rats and vultures
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havin' DT's package and coach us
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these raps are vulgar
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blow the backs of cobras
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roll with the gat exploders, gun slingers
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corners and slum hangers
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the brick a ton bringers
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keep one in the chamber
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Chorus
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Real Life
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