[Males speaking Chinese]
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[Verse 1]
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About they never talked about the guns or the drugs
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'Till I saw the guns and the drugs
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There is tons in the hood
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I'll admit, I never sold a sack in my life
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Watchin' "Scarface" thinkin' that was a life
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Slingin' dope or coke, respect, money and power
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But what happen when things start to go sour
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Everybody wanna see more cash
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But ego's clashin', that's when egos crash
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See the two of them started when they was in dimes
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Graduated, now they movin' bricks at a time
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Down to do whatever even wet up cops
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Tryin' to build an empire so they shut up shop
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They got themselves a connect ready to tie it down
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A buster went from Philly straight to China town
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Now there is dough poorin' heads thinkin' it's the same
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All of a sudden there is weak link in the chain
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He's a 6"2, brawler cat -- nickname Bolo
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Caught beef with his man so he had to go dolo
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But that was a no no
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You know the code of the streets; everybody gotta eat
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And that's how shit in the hood be
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Ain't sayin' it's a true story, but it could be
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For the next three months Bolo is nowhere to be found
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They say 'cause of the beef that's why he left town
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And everybody knows why they don't get along
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He's a greedy bastard - stole half a meal from Fom
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Fom is the quiet type, silent and deadly
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You play with his money now he's violent and ready
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They was partners - betrayed by his own man
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So he really gotta take actions into his own hands
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Father forgive me for the sins I commit
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But when I see that thief again, that's it
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[Hook]
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The good, the bad, things can get ugly
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Every hustler over this money thinkin' what it should be
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Never know who, when, where, what could be
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If you still alive then you'll probably understood me
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[Verse 2]
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Meanwhile across town in a two bedroom apartment
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Bolo's going through it, baby mama through it
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All that dumb shit he be puttin' her though
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Disappear for three months plus he hittin' her too
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Now she got her bags pack then she ready to bounce
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Didn't leave a thing - not even the keys to the house
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Let her leave, he ain't talk with her at all
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Went straight for the safe behind the portrait on the wall
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He's back for his jewels, that in the cash
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Plus the sale of last few bricks he had in his stash
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Get his money right then he leavin' again
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Off to find a new life and start breathin' again
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So the deal was made and the buyers agreed
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And exchanged - they bring what the suppliers would need
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Pick a spot in China Town uncle Lenny used to own
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Dollar bills on the wall respectfully known
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Bolo went by himself even though it seem risky
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Wanted the whole cake - somethin' smell fishy
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Back in the kitchen the money was waitin'
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Deep in his heart he knew he was dancin' with Satan
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Dress in all back with gats - this ain't part of the deal
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Had a me set a mouth for the kill
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Startin' lettin' off shots now just a few here
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Sounded like firecrackers durin' Chinese new years
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Bolo's big as a truck I don't know how they miss him
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But they got so close the bullet stay there and kissed 'em
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Grab the suitcase threw a table at the goons
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Jump out a shattered window not a moment too soon
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The thugs follow and he sprayed up his ride
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Cut up from the glass but he made it alive
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Now he's back at the crib frankly they say at least
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He was just being chased by thugs and the police
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Countin' his dough sittin' on the couch' in
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Two shots to the back of the head now he slouch' in
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Fom tried to get him at the spot, couldn't then
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So he paid his baby ma' 50 Gs' to let him in
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Damn
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[Hook 2X]
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The Good, The Bad & The Ugly
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Jin |