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Whattup kid I know shit is rough doing your bid |
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When the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib |
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Fuck it black no time for looking back it's done |
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Plus congratulations you know you got a son |
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I heard he looks like you why don't your lady write you |
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Told her she should visit that's when she got hyper |
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Flippin talk about he acts too rough |
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He didn't listen he be riffin' while I'm telling him stuff |
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I was like yeah shorty don't care she a snake too |
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Fucking with the niggaz from that fake crew that hate you |
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But yo guess who got shot in the dome-piece |
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Jerome's niece on her way home from Jones Beach - it's bugged |
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Plus little Rob is selling drugs on the dime |
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Hangin out with young thugs that all carry 9's |
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At night time there's more trife than ever |
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Whattup with Cormega did you see 'em are y'all together |
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If so then hold the fort down represent to the fullest |
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Say whassup to Herb Ice and Bullet |
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I left a half a hundred in your commissary |
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You was my nigga when push came to shove |
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One what one love |
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Dear Born you'll be out soon stay strong |
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Out in New York the same shit is goin on |
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The crack-heads stalking loud-mouths is talking |
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Hold check out the story yesterday when I was walking |
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The nigga you shot last year tried to appear like he hurtin somethin |
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Word to mother I heard him frontin |
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And he be pumping on your block |
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Your man gave him your glock |
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And now they run together what up son whatever |
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Since I'm on the streets I'ma put it to a cease |
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But I heard you blew a nigga with a ox for the phone piece |
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Whylin on the Island but now with Elmira |
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Better chill cause them niggaz will put that ass on fire |
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Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers |
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But maintain when you come home the corner's ours |
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On the reels all these crab niggaz know the deal |
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When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal |
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But chill see you on the next V-I |
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I gave your mom dukes loot for kicks plus sent you flicks |
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Your brother's buck whylin' in four maine he wrote me |
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He might beat his case 'til he come home I play it low key |
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So stay civilised time flies |
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Though incarcerated your mind |
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I hate it when your mum cries |
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It kinda wants to make me murder for real-a |
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I've even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs for one love |
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Sometimes I sit back with a buddha sack |
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Mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts |
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Written in school text books bibles et cetera |
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Fuck a school lecture the lies get me vexed-er |
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So I be ghost from my projects |
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I take my pen and pad for the week and hittin L's while I'm sleepin |
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A two day stay you may say I need the time alone |
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To relax my dome no phone left the 9 at home |
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You see the streets have me stressed somethin terrible |
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Fuckin with the corners have a nigga up in Bellevue |
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Or h d m hit with numbers from 8 to 10 |
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A future in a maximum state pen is grim |
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So I comes back home nobody's out but shorty doo-wop |
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Rollin two phillies together in the Bridge we called 'em oowops |
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He said |
