[Intro:]
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Welcome...
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To the place I call home...
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New York City's own...
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Ridin' round on chrome... (uh!)
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Even loved to learn the streets...
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Or leave 'em alone!
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Cause you all alone... Out here in the danger zone. (uh! yeah!)
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[Verse 1:]
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You don't want the convicts to come through vets (yup!)
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Look at your feet make you 1, 2 step - you be Ciara? Yep!
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You can scatter - and it might be even badder
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If I kicked you on the bound; kick likely in your bladder.
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I got the whole town hooked over this dope,
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And I'm a smoke till I'm old as the pope, serial baller remote.
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I ain' broke, I hit the store with a brick.
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Yeah! - That's why they playing tug of war with my dick! (dick!)
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I used to have big dreams now all of them stripped
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Lingerie on silicon ballin' they tit.
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Niggaz wind up in the sky over a dolla
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Man I'm a keep it real! (real!) - The most these niggaz dyin' over 'nada!
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These babies need milk and baby momma's need Prada,
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And daddy got pride. - That's why he got fried. (uh!)
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And it happens every weekend that's why we outside
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Buyin' cameras for the store you niggaz gon' need more. (uh!)
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[Chorus:]
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No need to run! Real beef follows you
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Everywhere you go, so
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You don't need a hidin' space!
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You need a gun! - You need a clique! (clique!)
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A lil' heart! (heart!) - And it'll spark.
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You be a victim of society! (Know how it goes down out here man...)
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[Bridge:]
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You better load up your weapon for you come outside (yeah!)
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Niggaz is scheme on ya man the hood ain' right. - You be a victim of society!
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[Interlude 1:]
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Come take a look at where I come from. (damn, damn!)
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[Verse 2:]
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Man that's fucked up what happened to dude?
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Shorty all up on his moms boots clappin' the rule.
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Retaliation from a robbery and back of the school
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Left him bodily harmed. - Spin on it through the Gat and the bomb.
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It goes on out HERE! All day long out HERE!
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Pop, pop! BLAAATTT! - It's all I hear!
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Watch your back got a town that'd spray at your winners
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Right in the parkin' lot like A-Wax and Menace.
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The money sent us our wave caps to vent us
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Maybachs and spinners. - Ray plaques and winners.
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I'm blowin' dro'! - You know haze black with spinach.
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If you hit it too hard, you'd be dazed back for minutes.
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How the hell wrong shit spend days at your dentist
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Gettin' your teeth straightened. - Jus' cause you was hatin'! (uh!)
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You met your maker. - Now it's time to meet Satan,
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And your burial is the only thing left and we waitin'. (uh!)
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[Chorus:]
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No need to run! Real beef follows you
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Everywhere you go, so
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You don't need a hidin' space!
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You need a gun! - You need a clique! (clique!)
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A lil' heart! (heart!) - And it'll spark.
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You be a victim of society! (Got to be a stupid motherfucker not to have one out here man...)
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[Bridge:]
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You better load up your weapon for you come outside (yeah!)
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Niggaz is scheme on ya man the hood ain' right. - You be a victim of society!
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[Interlude 2:]
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Stop all that pillow talkin'! (yeah!)
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That's how niggaz get their shit knocked back...
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[Verse 3:]
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These industry niggaz playin' their row! - He ain't from the street.
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They underestimate the strong and they pity the weak.
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Your boy gon' rep the Unit 'till they put 'em to sleep
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Gotta bring Vietnam to your hood in a bleek.
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Before I hop in my Impala with my head in the breeze
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I say a prayer for the G's like my homeboy Cheese.
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There won't be no more pops and no more HP's
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Shotty died 'till his hip knockin' on his knees.
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Man, this is for the niggaz in the can with a stretch
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For the poor rain! - And a lil' man from the 'jects.
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With loose cannons they understand that they next
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Cause they boxed in. - Caught in a jam and they stressed.
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I got no problem clippin' a rookie, man you damn near bitch!
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All you missin' is the tits and the pussy! (uh!) Yeah!
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I go as hard for the chedda
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So I sold more records than the whole tError Squad put together. (haha!)
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[Chorus:]
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No need to run! Real beef follows you
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Everywhere you go, so
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You don't need a hidin' space!
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You need a gun! - You need a clique! (clique!)
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A lil' heart! (heart!) - And it' |