| Ayo, welcome to the dark side where niggas get stabbed up
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| Pistol whipped, and hog tied
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| Rochester, New York, home of the homicides
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| Seen niggas die over pride
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| This for my block hustlers, all day outside
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| This for my hitters, keep a dirty burner on the side
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| I can tell you a bitch when I look you in your eyes
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| And I’m still old school partner, we can shoot five
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| Or get on some gangsta shit and let slugs fly
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| And I won’t get caught, fam, so fuck a alibi
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| You can get chopped down no matter your size
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| Just a few lil' tricks that I learned from the wise
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| Mean what I say, and say what I mean
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| Cause rats get trapped when they lookin' for cheese
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| Black Geez, king of this grimy shit
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| And no one’s gon' debate who I’m ridin' with, trust |