| You thought county jailtime loomed imminently
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| 'Til the squad car turned where your enemies be
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| When the pigs uncuffed you, then it would sink
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| In, you are now lookin' at death on the brink
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| Of it, soon as the cop car left, the gunshots came
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| Straight, hit a kid in his bed, dead on a box spring
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| Jack boys always lookin' for a key
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| But that life won’t last, you better believe!
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| Crack dealers got rocks all night, all day, but
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| Hit 'em in the face with a wooden AK, but
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| Chains come off, safe codes get gave up
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| Street siege, manhole, don’t get ate up (shit!)
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| Even the kids are packin' tools now
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| Sellin' dope on the block, it doesn’t cool down
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| 'Round here before a blind, you inspect your keg
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| Now, bring the sample in from Inspectah Deck
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| Stick-up kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
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| And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
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| Stick-up kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
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| And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
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| Stick-up kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
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| And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
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| Stick-up kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
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| And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
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| Every night, red and blue lights surround the avenue
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| Sure, it’s kinda hard to flip bricks and get your revenue
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| Walk through war just to hit the corner store
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| A half of the niggas paved the way ain’t here no more (rest in peace!)
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| So on that note, I live tryna stay afloat
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| With the generals approach, stay up out the slopes (whole time!)
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| The neighborhood won’t change, it’s only gettin' worse
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| Not enough bread to go around, so, my people hurt (starvin'!)
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| Can’t forget about the ones layin' in the dirt
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| 'Cause if it wasn’t for them, we wouldn’t have a turf
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| Stay in school, lil' nigga, don’t try and be me
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| I might be lookin' fresh but inside it’s killin' me
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| My face expressions tell it all, I’m in misery
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| Styrofoam cup in my hands filled with Hennessy
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| Any moment I could spaz on a killin' spree
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| But then my kids would have to live with bad memories
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| Stick-up kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
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| And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
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| Stick-up kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
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| And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
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| Stick-up kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
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| And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
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| Stick-up kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
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| And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot |