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(Talking)
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Young wild niggaz livin street life on the edge
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not knowin if tomorrow they could turn up dead.
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Yo fuck regular cops niggaz get scoped by the Feds.
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The ghetto live in bloodshed (Yo), we live in bloodshed.
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I know this African cat jet black, gold grill
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Said we can split a half a mil if I could get his wife killed.
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The feds on him, Jake to pull seven on patrol.
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Cops shot on the stroll by his man thats on parole.
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Now he haunted, had a big screen but he pawned it.
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Watchin FOX, saw his face on America's Most Wanted.
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With three seeds to feed, stressed out like bricks.
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So he got a fix, roll with his crackhead click.
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Stay twisted, robbin young ducks for their bucks.
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One day he slipped up, caught two shells to his gut.
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But he recovered
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To say the first shell wasnt shit.
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What you workin wit?
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A rusty 22 kid?
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Then he flipped quick, bust back from four-fifths.
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Six fire, four hit, one crushed the pelvis.
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The others went through his wrist.
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How's that for accurate?
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The kids scarred for life.
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Equipped with a permanent limp.
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He was ill when he was young, tryin to raise his son.
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Everytime beef come he blast the Mac one-one.
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Spendin two G's on gold to impress the Hoes.
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Got money in Milwaukee with a house on the low.
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He played the 5 boros, everyday fly
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Thought he couldn't die.
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Bags of hydro in da 5, gettin high.
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He had a rep for hijackin, extortion, kidnappin.
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Shootin up clubs, airport drug trafficking.
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He met his match, fuck around and rob the wrong Cat.
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For a hundred and eighty G's the god want his cream back.
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Now it's a gun battle.
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But the son ain't fessin, he grabbed his wesson.
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These niggaz lookin for me I'ma shoot their ass a lesson.
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Going all out, kill or be killed, whats done is done.
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These niggaz not stoppin me from havin my fun.
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He at the tunnel, flexin his whip, rims dipped.
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Had to much cavarsia so he started to slip.
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Oh Shit! Their go dem niggaz that I stuck
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That black truck. Give a fuck.
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They want their cream, I'ma let my gat bust.
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Let his shells fly, the god got hit twice he wounded.
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The liquor started talkin didn't know what he was doin.
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He crashed the whip, jumped out ran to Sixth
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Flagged a cab.
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"Yo take me to Madison Ave"
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He did too much to live, and too much to turn back.
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Lay bleedin, wonderin why it had to end like that.
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Nobodys left, the world just me and myself.
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In back the back of the cab, son bled to death.
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It's fucked up he was a good nigga...
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[Word up..the street stories..know what I'm sayin.]
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[Word up, wit the inner city kids...Yeah.]
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Young wild niggaz livin street life on the edge
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not knowin if tomorrow they could turn up dead.
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Yo fuck regular cops niggaz get scoped by the Feds.
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The ghetto live in bloodshed (Yo), we live in bloodshed.
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Young wild niggaz livin street life on the edge
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not knowin if tomorrow they could turn up dead.
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Yo fuck regular cops niggaz get scoped by the Feds.
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The ghetto live in bloodshed (Yo), we live in bloodshed.
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And we die in bloodshed, Word Up.
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We born to the paradise so respect your life, Word Up.
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Black man move on, Word Up.
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Head strong..to the knotty one..Men on lock down.
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Word Up.
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Gun Rule, the BX, BK, know what I'm sayin, Shaolin.
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Word Up, Queens niggaz, Word Up
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City Lights
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| La the Darkman |
