| Pit bull fights, niggaz is bustin the lights
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| Undercovers gettin killed for drugs — yo Fiends is basin, runners is licensed to fight
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| Young gangstas chase sneakers and snubs — and yo Elevator’s broken, pissy stairwells and shells
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| Old men gossip with tales, you know?
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| Police burners with bodies on 'em, bury 'em
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| Worry for minutes then we fire them (blaow!)
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| I see firemen, ambulances, narcotic mansions
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| So melodic, rock chronic, pop tonic scramblin
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| See all these niggaz into gamblin — yo Just give me square feet, uniquely I’m handlin niggaz
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| Done danced with niggaz, plus yo, threw niggaz in vans
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| Left him on trains, his veins got ham in 'em
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| Take a message, he ran, it was a quarter to four plan
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| He had me on the floor with my man
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| We both drugged out, scholars with grams
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| Tri-colored rocks, follow the hands, full sorrow in plans
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| Make one false move you blam
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| Eh yo take the globe right out of ya land
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| We broke out in Iran.
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| Eh yo it’s eight million stories in the city
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| Niggas actin’shifty, Ice Water back on the grizzly
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| Brand new handgun that hold about fifty
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| It’s a new boss in town like Mauseberg Mickey
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| Eight million stories and six is from the hood
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| A real live hustler up to no good
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| They needed more yae-yo to ease they habit
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| They said we fell off, the streets don’t believe you faggots!
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| Where all the wolves live, sub-machine guns and big beamers
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| Yo circle the crib, you see teamsters that try you again
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| Little niggas is blind, the nines fly out and slap a few men
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| That’s mine, let up off 'em again
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| Take seventy more shots, the remedy, Wu through the fence
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| This bench God, lays in gents
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| Eh yo pop the head off right under the tents
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| This is more current events, pay attenti
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| The legend is here, as long as you know him he coffins ya men
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| What? |
| Bulletproof pimps, big hammers, multiple flips
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| As long as it’s bread, you know you was hit
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| Eh yo let that stack get rinsed
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| Play the back, sharp as a fuck, ownin’my own shit
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| Grown niggas get moments to vent
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| Give 'em the real Lex Diamond Story, welcome 'em in |