Bringin a gun to a knife fight will get you killed
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Walkin out the back door
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Morals and rules only exist in the street
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And the bids to buy them are going fast and large
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Survival, Jackson, is a full time job
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You have to keep in step with the city's heartbeat
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The guys that hung out at Tippy's back in the day
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Have all split up and gone their separate ways
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But once in a while you can still catch some of the crew
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At a shot and beer joint up in the Heights
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Longin for the days of running numbers and starting street fights
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With those who didn't play by the rules
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In the shadow of the Apple and a swamp away from Newark
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People's hearts beat straight but their souls always ring truer
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You gotta back it with some muscle and think fast on your feet
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On the Jersey City streets
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Part of the city's been ruined by gentrification
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Other parts are off limits cause it's a gangland's nation
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But mostly its just workin class folks tryin to get by
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They'll help you if you're in a jam
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What you do with your private life they don't give a damn
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But if someone's trouble, news spreads like wildfire
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Patchwork congregation goes down to White Mana nightly
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The cops go down there to relax, cause they're wound so tightly
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From keepin the hookers and hitters in line but out of sight
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The guys there can mix it up in the ring, or throw down in the street
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But they're all real friendly and make you something to eat
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Sometimes its just an oasis in the middle of the night
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In the shadow of the Apple and a swamp away from Newark
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People's hearts beat straight but their souls always ring truer
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As tough as Hell's Kitchen if you can't take the heat
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On the Jersey City streets
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A 40 ounce, a vial, a dime bag or two
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Anything to get you make you feel better or at least get you through
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I may be hurtin, but I'm feeling no pain
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And to those who left us before their time
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We raise our bottles to you when we're drinkin our wine
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Cause a little bit of you comes down from the heavens or up from the gutters when it rains
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In the shadow of the Apple and a swamp away from Newark
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People's hearts beat straight but their souls always ring truer
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The girls down there are real tough, but they taste awfully sweet On the Jersey City streets
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Jersey City Streets
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The Hudson Falcons |