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作词 : Filler |
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(feat. Inspectah Deck) |
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(Intro: Cappadonna) |
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Yo! Get away from the door |
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Everybody get the ****** back |
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Staten Island, stand up |
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(Cappadonna) |
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I live a street life, nothin' but hard times and strife |
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I be stuck on the block try'nna make things right |
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Sold crack for a living, now I could write |
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Not just for the paper, for the sacrifice |
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Vibe with me, the cops come ride with me |
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I'm all in the hood, yeah ******, slide with me |
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If the feds start lookin' for Don, survive with me |
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Experience my ill pain, the broke windows in the rain |
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Crackheads goin' insane |
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Marlo stuck ****** in his vein, lift him up |
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Bodies in the back of the hood, stiffen up |
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It get ugly and ******t, why it gotta be this? |
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We came a long way, ****** cheaters |
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We don't wanna bust the Heaterz |
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No speakin' on the phone, we don't trust receivers (yeah) |
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Park Hill be the real ******z and Don' Divas (it ain't over, it just begun) |
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(Chorus: Inspectah Deck) |
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Enough of your bull******t, my ******z'll pull quick |
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Berettas and full quicks, guerillas and convicts |
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Armed and dangerous, bombs and bangers, kid |
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Stormin' the game with it, calm but anxious and |
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I'll whip yo ass for this, come with the cash or it's |
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On with the blast and it's, gonna get hazardous |
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******z should know by now, ******z should know my style |
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Shaolin, hold me down, frontin', there goes the pow! |
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(Cappadonna) |
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Why it gotta be like this |
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Police fightin' us with night sticks, ******z carryin' ice picks |
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Sometimes, ******z we do crimes, I ain't gotta tell you |
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******z throwin' up signs, ******z ******pped to Bellview |
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Son, don't let coke dog smell you |
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Run if you packin' something, do what I tell you |
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Skate, ******, never let jake nail you |
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I got caught up in the grind but I fell through |
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Now I'm back on the spot, keep my eye on you |
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Make a phone call, kid, or put a spy on you.. |
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And this is dedicated to all my ******z in the ghetto |
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Big dimes and C Rule, jugs of Palmetto |
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I'm in too deep and I just can't let go |
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Catchin' my pain, real ******z that respect dough |
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(Chorus) |
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(Outro: Cappadonna (sample)) |
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It's my world! |
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****** up... stick 'em! Ugh.. |
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2-4, Graveyard ******ft |
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(The names and the faces have changed |
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But the game, is still the same...) |