Feat. Knowledge The Pirate
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Come take a walk
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On my side of the dark side!
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While niggas do walk-by's and
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Drive-by's.
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Hundred counted slinging bing-pies
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And the bow ties
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Made by the fight, sittin' ring side
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This is where the killers reside
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The drug dealers collide
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And Martin Luther King's dream died
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Trum was 15 and cut the green five
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At 16 moved out the projects to the East side
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Moved to the upper east island, (???)
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Trum was young and flied with mob ties
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Filled old sweat she (???)
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Blue swinggin' like a bee hide
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I'm bout to drop 6 jump to the G5
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Dropped out some guys in the projects
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On the West Side
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So, what's a G's knee high?
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For five stuff in the (???)
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The other one's for C.S.I.
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Investigated by homicide
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Wanted by the F.B.I.
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The murderer for C.I.
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Could never get to testify
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So it felt like the case may turn
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To the trunk shut in the face
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Fuck y'all asking questions for, man?
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You know I'm half innocent
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Come take a walk through these blocks
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With coke dope police spots
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Gun's cop ready to squeeze half
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Huh, these happen as youngen's free stop
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Gun shots from most of roof top
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Murder prize for that money is in the shoe box
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Come take a walk in these blocks
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I'm a slinger, set fire on the finger
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Crib in Antigua, my trigger man wa' a seater
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Sicilian, not a square like a square (???)
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My man, I'm a rare creature,
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Dipped the police test sniker
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My nigga's whole feet like a fever
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From here it's all down hill like a skier
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Round the whips up, talk to Sirians and the Asirians
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Lil' Katiue with her fake titties
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Sipping Remy on the rocks
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Mind clear when the air is chilly
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Player Willie got jammed out in Philly
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Slit him open like a fillie
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Full of fluiwy
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We find one trunk in Missouri
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All smelly
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So this is all flesh
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(???)
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I haven't pissed, not to mention the mess
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Just march with the less
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Triple legs, soup less
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On the roof, momma, I'm a Zeus head
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The Coup's wet, the crew still moves my tools shed
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This is proof, not bullet
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Introduce deuce in a pool by the lake
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Fly shoe head spread, guns run the bread,
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Sunday the bed, plus a couple in the duffle bag
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Take a better look, apart from the cook
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(???) handle one in the foot
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Still play it by the book
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The gray top's bottled up
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My hood swallows it up
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What the fuck?
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Slingers
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Roc Marciano |