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This is as close you gon' get |
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To the streets without gettin' shot |
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In the streets |
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Cock guns and bust yo' heat |
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In the streets |
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Where we live and die for beef |
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In the streets |
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Hos'll set you up, get blood on your sheets |
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In the streets |
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By any means we gon' eat |
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In the streets |
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Sellin' drugs you might blow up |
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In the streets |
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They got hos to set you up |
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In the streets |
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Even police is corrupt |
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In the streets |
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There's a million niggaz just like us |
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I swear I ain't been the same since they had to bury my pops |
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I'm uncivilized like |
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I was raised in a box |
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I'm told get your sister raped nigga makin' you watch |
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Fuck the cops, fuck the world, |
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I'm above the law |
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They can't catch me, what you think the gloves is for? |
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Got your ear to the street, you ain't hearin' me |
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Motherfucker, the streets got they ear to me |
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Speak my name, better think careful duke |
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Like when clingin' on to life who gon' be there for you? |
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Get blood on they seats, drive you to the hospital |
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Nobody, 'cause you goin to hell |
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I got an image to protect and records to sell |
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Besides a one sided story is easy to tell |
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My poster on the wall only way you see me in jail |
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Sticky Fingaz nigga, the legend, the myth |
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Niggaz get shot every time |
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I shoot the gift |
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In the streets |
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Cock guns and bust yo' heat |
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In the streets |
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Where we live and die for beef |
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In the streets |
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Hos'll set you up, get blood on your sheets |
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In the streets |
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By any means we gon' eat |
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In the streets |
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Sellin' drugs you might blow up |
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In the streets |
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They got hos to set you up |
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In the streets |
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Even police is corrupt |
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In the streets |
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There's a million niggaz just like us |
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I banged out in dorms and tore mouths off |
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While ya'll run to cops as soon as it pops off |
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I can't respect lames when |
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I'm knowin' you soft |
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That's why |
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I feel the pain for my thugs up north |
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No regrets in this world, not one care |
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No respect for this world without no peers |
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They did me wrong for years, |
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I'm finally gettin' back |
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Never shedded a tear seein' niggaz on they back |
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Lord knows it hurts to put his people in the dirt |
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Bullet holes in shirts and chumps buried in skirts |
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Prayin' to |
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God is hard, these streets don't play |
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But you gotta keep up your guard and hope the pain go away |
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I'm from where they shoot street lights out |
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And you gotta yell to talk over passin' trains |
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And watch who you fuck with when passin' 'cain |
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Cause them same fists'll get your wrists trapped in chains, nigga |
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In the streets |
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Cock guns and bust yo' heat |
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In the streets |
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Where we live and die for beef |
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In the streets |
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Hos'll set you up, get blood on your sheets |
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In the streets |
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By any means we gon' eat |
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In the streets |
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Sellin' drugs you might blow up |
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In the streets |
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They got hos to set you up |
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In the streets |
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Even police is corrupt |
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In the streets |
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There's a million niggaz just like us |
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My killers move triggers and set firearms off |
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Smoke the type of blunts that set fire alarms off |
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One shot'll blow your face, chest and your arms off |
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Murderin' |
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Guiliani for all the pain that he's causin' |
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Launderin' dirty laundry through banks of corporate ? |
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Shit doctors can only calm me til the drugs wear off |
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One pump of the sawed-off and your squad'll be hauled off |
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Dropped her off in the car lock, locked in the trunk of the car |
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Shit's official, we spittin' through government issue40 automatic pistols rippin' through brain tissue |
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Stuffin' coke up wit your bitch |
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I'll piss through |
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And a black on black |
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Lambo, puffin' on |
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A Line Of |
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CrystalUnder our politics, codes of the street |
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Never negotiate with killers with intentions of breach |
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Only associate with villains if you willin' to bleed' |
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Cause leakin'll get your mother hogtied and brutally beat |
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In the streets |
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Cock guns and bust yo' heat |
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In the streets |
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Where we live and die for beef |
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In the streets |
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Hos'll set you up, get blood on your sheets |
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In the streets |
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By any means we gon' eat |
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In the streets |
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Sellin' drugs you might blow up |
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In the streets |
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They got hos to set you up |
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In the streets |
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Even police is corrupt |
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In the streets |
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There's a million niggaz just like us |
