(Intro)
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If that¡¯s the way that you want it,
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Oh baby, you got it
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If that¡¯s the way that you see it
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Oh darling, so be it
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(Verse)
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While them city lights is gleaming
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We run up in yo house when yo pretty wife is dreamin
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And take er life for screamin
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I pray to fight them demons (I pray)
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But I don¡¯t think I could (could)
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Revenge is so sweet when you¡¯re living in the hood
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My resemblance is sure, tonight at death row
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My mikes is retro, hi now let¡¯s go
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I¡¯m back but I ain¡¯t tryna be
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These streets return to me
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I only got a second left and I was never meant for that
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100 niggas, step for step, that¡¯s the reaper
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And I can hardly catch my breath, ho that¡¯s the reefer
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Fiends is lurkin, lined up by the corner store
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We in my house bed tryna cook up a quarter more
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That¡¯s before Brooklyn Mike took his crew out to Baltimore (mix)
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We never copped a product from here ¡®cause it costed more
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But all in all me and my niggas was born to ball
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Rest in peace, stacks were shot in this corridor
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I only sold drugs to provide for my daughter more
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So I put the money and family business before the law
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I¡¯m trapped, I can¡¯t ignore it all, it means more to yall
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Some niggas drown when chasin them waterfalls
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(Hook)
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I¡¯m back like I never left, I take another step
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I¡¯m in the heart of the ghetto nigga with drugs and death
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I¡¯m back, back where it all started
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In the heart of the hood, there¡¯s no place for the soft hearted, I¡¯m back
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(Verse)
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This is what I gotta be,
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Big money is my philosophy, not giving a fuck, call it monogamy
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I think logically when it come to them dollars
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I got the shit in the bag but we ain¡¯t talkin colostomies,
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I¡¯m back, back where it all started
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In the heart of the streets, there¡¯s no place for the soft hearted
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I¡¯m facing assault charges, no misdemeanors
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We stay family long as this dough splits between us
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I¡¯m closest to Venus, I¡¯m tryin to be a star
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They tryna hold me back, I tell em don¡¯t intravenous
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My pain is documented ¡®cause even the doctors said that
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I¡¯m a G and I¡¯mma die one, nigga, do not forget it
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I¡¯m back lookin too familiar
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On them same street corners where all them dudes a kill you
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Even you¡¯re too familiar
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Yea, your family is quick to get you
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But rarely it¡¯s Smith & Wesson
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Now hand me that clip and vest ¡®cause I¡¯m back
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Like I was here before,
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I never shared a floor
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Lay in bed, good with the D but I never cared to score
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That was before, now I¡¯m searchin for the glory
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I do this for the streets and them niggas that came before me
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(Hook x2)
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I¡¯m back like I never left, I take another step
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I¡¯m in the heart of the ghetto nigga with drugs and death
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I¡¯m back, back where it all started
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In the heart of the hood, there¡¯s no place for the soft hearted, I¡¯m back
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I¡¯m back.
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I'm Back
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Ransom |