| Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Rich Nice
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| And on behalf of Trackmasters Entertainment
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| I would like you to welcome you to the Kid Capri soundtrack of the streets album
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| We have so many entertainers
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| I would like to welcome to the stage right now:
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| Allure, Case, Common Sense, and The Firm’s very own AZ
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| A nigga seen it, triple beam shit, brown and green mix
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| Fiend this, made for machines that kick
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| Blow ya speakers out, only the real I speak about
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| Made to freak you out, fuck fuck with ya mom but teach you routes Nigga spots
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| rollin, shoot out, gun shots blowin
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| Older nigga’s got shorties on the block holdin'
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| Lost, my youngest cousin sittin up north, taking a short from another nigga
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| hittin em off
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| Two to four, guess it’s no tellin what some’ll do to score
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| Four pounds give off sounds through the door
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| We waited, but now it’s time to designate it You hate it, had the drop but hesitated
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| Life goes on, life like two’s and five
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| Who decides what’s wrong or right
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| Just got paid feelin good tonight
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| Life goes on In my world, life like two’s and five
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| Who decides what’s wrong or right
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| Just got paid feelin good tonight
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| Life goes on and on Yo A-Zilla, you know I ain’t the type to play killa
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| But this day still arrives in my mind like a light
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| A damn Thursday night, and plans to be out
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| 'Til the night served daylight, but it ain’t happen
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| Rappin to myself cause it wasn’t no one to rap to This villian came to me like 'somebody lookin at you'
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| Cause I’m Common Sense and I rap consciousness
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| He was prompt to diss, mad cause my guy used to knock his bitch
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| I could sense he was tryna' bring it, but I wasn’t ready to recieve it Fact I make him leave it Before he popped some shit I did the opposite and stole 'em
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| Back his lady tried to hold him, like Big Pun I scold 'em and told 'em
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| I ain’t a shooter I just punch a lot
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| Between blows this big tried to up his Glock
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| His brother watched swoop like big daddy on teenage love
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| He got ??? |
| to my tape by C nigga Dub
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| Got his dome in a hug, muffed his broad back with one hand
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| Tried to pop, it must’ve been a Nas cause the gun jammed
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| Unplanned I disarmed this trick, nigga
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| Pistol-whipped his ass, his ladies, I was palmin it Hollered '87 reign dominate'
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| Needed a fight that night, me and my woman had an argument
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| People come and people go, there’s one thing that you must know
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| Life goes on yeah
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| No matter what you’re going through, I’m just trying to tell you
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| Life goes on and on Everybody’s got their own thing, some just don’t know how to handle it I need to tell ya, you need to know
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| Cause I know, life goes on, life goes on |