Rocky Raez]
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Yea, ok, yo, listen, check it, yo
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Heyo these streets hate me, but they made me a animal
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We little ghetto boys that was raised on the avenue
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We drug dealers, stick-up kids, and what have you
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In rap battles with the audience that clap at you
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My block crazy, I never seen a CAB pass through
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On bright sunny days you can see my black shadow
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Gats with barrels sucked under the apparel
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And that's natural in a city with CRACKED statutes
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Please believe it, gun shots some keep secrets
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You keep sleepin', get caught in ya Jeep preachin
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Always listen to an old man when he speakin'
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To learn how to keep AT LEAST A GRAND on the weekend
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Learn how to analyze a man when he creepin'
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Learn not to never burn a bridge when you leakin'
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That's street knowledge, write it down and speak about it
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Drug dealers use this rap the street OUTLETS
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I leave doubters in the back and move outwards
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Watch for them niggaz with Timbs and loose outfits
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Guns don't kill people, the bullets'll kill people
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And bullets leave holes in people you just see through
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It's all mathematics it's what the streets equal
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These streets EVIL, city niggaz with Desert Eagles
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They won't hesitate to drive-by in TINTED regals
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And that's how it is in my life, that's how it is
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(Yea, it's Rocky Raez y'all, the Ghostwriters)
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[Chorus - 2x]
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Heyo, what's really good? (We over)
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'Cuz I got it on lock (In my hood)
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We hustle what we could (In yo' block)
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You niggaz ain't stop (In my block)
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[Vinnie Paz]
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(talking during chorus)
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I got the SOUND RIGHT REASONING OF MALACHI YORK
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Only speak to me if I allow you to talk
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Cuz y'all ain't never learn that you crawl before walk
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My four-pound LAYING you down like Black Hawk
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The gat's SPARK, intelligent born vicious
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Military thug who follow Allah wishes
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That's why I don't eat pork and cause sickness
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And that's why CLITTORAL cats is like bitches
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And y'all be more hard pressed to stop me
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Then fiends dummin' out on the block, that's rock free
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So fuck peace, cousin bring me to war
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So I can have blood on my hands with C-4
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I need more, need weed and need cash
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Or I'ma shoot three at ya team like Steve Nash
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You BLEED fast, 'cuz that's jus how it go down
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That's how Vinnie Pazienza always holdin the crown
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I'm holdin' it down, with five nickel nine biscuits
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I live my life for Allah, DEFY CHRISTMAS
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But y'all always in Jedi Mind business
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Now your body parts are buried in five ditches
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(It's fuckin' Vinnie Paz baby)
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What's Really Good
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Jedi Mind Tricks |