(feat. Asu, K-Mont, LaReece)
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[x3]
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What a wonderful world, world, world, world
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Is this really a wonderful world, world, world?
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[Chorus]
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Out in the streets, streets
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When the thugs play out in the streets, street
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We blast that pistol
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You's a damn fool if you don't duck, duck, duck
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We do what we gotta do to survive, gotta stay alive
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Even if the nine millimeter has to whistle
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We can whistle while we work
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[Krayzie]
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Now I remember mama told me not to be up on the block trying to push rocks
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She said, "Cause that's the reason that your brother right now in trouble with the cops"
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I said, "No way not me, ma"
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But when she turned her back I stuffed the llello in my sock
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Hopped on my BMX, and I'm out
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Yeah, I got what the fiends need
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If you need some weed, I got it
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Got the powder and can rock it for ya (rock it for ya)
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My first employer was my bigger brother
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Til his ass got knocked and locked the fuck up
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Stuck up in that system and I miss him
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But can't stop eating meals 'cause he in there
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And he should be happy I'm out so I can send him commisary
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As I reach my territory, I jump off my lowrider
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Yeah, thats my bike but you don't tell nobody
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Soon as I hit the corner the fiends was on a nigga
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Had to them bustas quit hatin' just cause my boulder's bigger
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First I bust a ten, then I bust a twenty sale
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Another fifty sale, shit today the fiends are spending well
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Couple hours past and I got two rocks left
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And I need to get these off
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Walk up a few blocks where
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Them niggas think they ballin', but they smokin' man
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I tell 'em, I got them double up's
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And sell my dope to them
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If you don't tell nobody, I won't tell nobody
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Paid them niggas two for twenty
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I went home and I got pissy (pissy)
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Drunk as a skunk, roll me a blunt
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This is shit we do everyday
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We can't front, can't front
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[Chorus]
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[Krayzie Bone]
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Well, well, well
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[K-Mont]
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It was just, one of them days on the ave of Lincoln
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I'm just sittin' on the mail box watchin' and thinkin'
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I just bought all my rocks and the fiends is rushin'
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A little boy ran in the streets and his moms is fussin'
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The neighborhood watch, they called the police twice
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And my niggas always fight over a game of dice
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Everyday it's like a story, it's so much drama
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My girl just found out that I'm hittin' her mama
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And my niggas who went to college, they never keep in touch
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And my next door neighbor, he just stole the bread truck
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He also stole a taxi, would brag and wouldn't care
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He started pickin' up niggaz and started chargin' 'em fare
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[LaReece]
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I guess the year was about 1981
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I'd say I was about eight
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Standing on the corner, bullets rang out
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A little hoodster exposing too much
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Niggas on my block play real robbers and cops
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Big sis shootin' at niggas through the mail box
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'Cause motherfuckers knew it wasn't no males in the house
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Momma's at work, daddy who knows?
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I got tired of wearing my sister's clothes
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Young and shit, already on a role
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Playin' look-out for the corner dope house
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Start earnin' some clout
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Got bigger, developed a figure
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Got me a nigga, and then my thang start learnin' the game
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Seperating the real niggas from the lames
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The street light's 'bout to come on
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I gotta go home, ain't shit changed
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[Chorus]
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[Krayzie]
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Well, well, well, well
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[Asu]
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Yo, I got needs and stuff, I had to be poppin' marry
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I hit her with the "Is you is, or is you ain't my baby?"
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I know a Tom, know a Jerry, call 'em 'Su and Eve
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I be goin' down in history, not a cliff, like Heath
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Where beef comes from size, and give me 'em all baby
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And what, what, no motherfuckin' gravy? (no gravy?)
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Y'all have made me, Taz-mania mad
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An I heard Damizza got him a little Arabian lad named Hodgi
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Doin' his thing like Sagi
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I'm tired of seein niggas do it
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Time to watch me
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Y'all remember the channel, the time and place
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Just get on the couch, a floor, and find a space
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Moms and pops worked all week to get the phatter place
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So your little ass had a TV on Saturday
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I know I took ya back, you ain't gotta thank 'Su
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Just remember, you rasc |