| The life we live is the life of the street
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| Power and money is what life is about
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| Who gives you love? |
| And who gives you hate?
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| Who will be your enemy? |
| And who will be your mate?
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| The life we live is the life of the street
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| Power and money is what life is about
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| Who gives you love? |
| And who gives you hate?
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| Who will be your enemy? |
| And who will be your mate?
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| It's about your money
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| Yo, I'm amazed sometimes
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| That man can hunt so intensely for you dough
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| Acting like a man looking for a customer
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| With a big pile of money and a meager mind
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| Fight for your right, otherwise you'll be on the side
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| Fight for your right, friend, wherever you end up
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| You stand strong on your work, also on the street is noticed
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| That nobody should fuck, because the bomb is on
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| Boom, boom, start popping those balls
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| Show no mercy, drop this motherfuckers
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| They want to threaten me? |
| Well this is what they get
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| The hard approach, because I leave those fagots silent
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| Silence for life when you're gagged
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| And your ugly head in the shit gets poked
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| Hardcore, that's what we stand for
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| It's the laws of the street, I am a thug Moroccan
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| The life we live is the life of the street
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| Power and money is what life is about
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| Who gives you love? |
| And who gives you hate?
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| Who will be your enemy? |
| And who will be your mate?
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| The life we live is the life of the street
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| Power and money is what life is about
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| Who gives you love? |
| And who gives you hate?
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| Who will be your enemy? |
| And who will be your mate?
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| Who are my friends? |
| And who are the snakes?
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| How can I recognize them if they want to catch me?
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| In their trap, I fall deeper and deeper into a valley
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| But I'm coming out 'cause they can't get me down
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| Jump in front of a train if you don't wanna see me anymore
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| For now I havecomeIwill stayin the scene
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| Drive over you, heavy as a bulldozer
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| Ali B te commercial? |
| I don't know what you're talking, dude
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| Sure I make money, I'm happy with every cent
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| But as underground Morro I will stay who I am
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| Many women I know thought I was a criminal
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| Now they are in line, believe me, there are many
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| But I'm not stupid, so turn around real quick
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| And turn back, because if I perform badly
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| Am I not interesting, for you my hand
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| With a fat middle finger, you fall through themand
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| The life we live is the life of the street
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| Power and money is what life is about
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| Who gives you love? |
| And who gives you hate?
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| Who will be your enemy? |
| And who will be your mate?
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| The life we live is the life of the street
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| Power and money is what life is about
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| Who gives you love? |
| And who gives you hate?
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| Who will be your enemy? |
| And who will be your mate?
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| Negroes and Turkus, Tattas and Mocros
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| Yugos and Antis, they clap those jonkos
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| Drink that whiskey, but I, I stay sober
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| Arrange my business and bounce with your sister
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| More notorious than many, how tough are they going to talk?
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| They are criminals, nothing to do with them
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| My brother arranges business with heavier guests
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| Always prepared, I am ready for those guys
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| You can come from me, you give me that hate
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| But I send youback with the sweat in your seam
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| Still get results even though I come too rough
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| Don't be stupid, don't be cool, or disappear like dust
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| In the wind, what you find interests me no ass
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| Growing up on the street, just so you know
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| I come like a comet that makes the earth tremble
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| Suckers get ready because this is street life |