| Yeah A we gone do this up son
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| Yo we from Hempstead as close to the shacks as Parkside
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| My whole team is out for the gusto
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| Internally blood drip through ya body slow
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| We on the go but yo time is still limited
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| Unlimited type style and we be rippin shit
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| My whole team is out for the gusto
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| Internally blood drip through ya body slow
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| We on the go but yo time is still limited
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| Unlimited type style
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| Welcome to the PSG I represent
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| The littlest in the crew but first one to get up in em
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| I straight up skin em like wolves
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| I wish you would flip
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| Fakin jack and get ya whole hood hit
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| But it’s all good
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| We do the things y’all wish y’all could
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| And play the bat yo and watch the brothas bark like wood
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| So knock on it
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| Go head you want it
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| Nobody want it
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| You turned in for it pulled nine stingers like a brown hornet
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| While y’all was droppin I was underground shadowboxin
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| Layin low puttin final touches on the flow
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| So here we go, tryin to snatch that dough
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| Got niggas breakin camp like Dre from Death Row
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| From the streets to the jail, I represent well
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| Touch a nigga like brail, jacks are hotter than the third rail
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| Scale to tip in my favor, the livest save
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| Grade up in the U.S. now let’s get this paper
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| Prodigy:
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| I’m yawnin while I wake up to the early morning gun-fire
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| Another day another scar to acquire
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| Jumped out my bed tried to break my alarm
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| Took a shower and then I strapped on my firearm
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| Grab my Pelle Pelle cuz I wanna look fly when I die
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| But it ain’t my turn to say goodbye
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| How do I know? |
| Some people call it instincts
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| I like to call it my luck who gives a fuck
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| I’m stuck, in this environment can’t depart from it
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| And if I try I always end up back where I started
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| Plan A square one there’s no escapin
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| So I pun and realize my too
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| I’m tryin to live a full life before my time is through
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| Clock’s tickin, so I don’t got no time for you
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| As I head outside amongst the rest of the animals
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| Where I feel relaxed and safe and I can stand it
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| (To all my kiko’s)
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| It’s sort of like a family brawl
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| We gather up all the soldiers and form into a invincible
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| Swarm of kids, now it’s on again
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| Drinkin straight from the bottle warm gin drippin down my chin
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| For the crippled children you can’t win
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| Against 25 niggas bent up with mac-10's
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| Semi-automatic, fully addicted crime addict
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| So long as there’s cash involved I gotta have it
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| There’s many different levels of the criminal mind
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| Either you’re in it for the gusto or I’m wastin your time
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| Now is you ready for men, cuz they your peeps that you saw
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| You probably heard about me and my crew doin what we do
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| For my nigga True and Smif-n-Wessun
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| Cuz I be wreckin mic-checkin fools that come around second-guessin
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| I sparks in the dark like stars in the sky
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| Spiritually, lyrically, since knee-high
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| The cradle, I represent my peoples and my label
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| Cause when you take a ride through Parkside it’s fatal
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| What’s my time to shine my design you can’t define
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| It only takes a line and a rhyme to blow that mind
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| To have you buggin, niggas got they tapes dubbin
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| Where ain’t no line for me to kick a rhyme pushin and shovin
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| Now it’s over, walkin like a soldier I told ya
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| Shorty droppin bombs and shit, like Oklahoma
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| Kinda soul, comin wit that bomb for sure
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| Run for shelter little brotha when it rain it pour
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| Prodigy:
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| First of all the foundation
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| Money is the root of all evil
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| The cream’ll have you shittin on your people
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| Livin like lotto, everything is everything
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| Ain’t nothing change but the clothes that my money bring
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| I’m makin figures that I never thought possible
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| You try to slow me down you’ll find yourself in the hospital
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| My crew got the army in techses
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| And them Acuras that made you get your cap peeled backwards
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| For years, I’ve been tryin to blow for years
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| Gettin bent off Moet spend a G on beers
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| Livin life to the fullest, my story ends wit a bullet
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| To the chrome-oil drop to the bottom of the pot
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| My invincible crew will never stop
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| If you’re lookin, you can find me risin to the top
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| I’m a classic approach my level and get your ass kicked
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| Floatin in a river wit yo body rapped in plastic
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| I’m tryin to make a half a million triple in size
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| Before my eyes, another part of my team dies
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| I can still hear his voice while he up in the sky
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| While the rest still livin steady tellin me lies
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| It’s like a bad dream, and I can’t wake up
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| But at the same time I love it and I can’t give it up |