| I once knew a nigga whose real name was William
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| his primary concern, was making a million
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| being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen
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| he used to fuck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams
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| a corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen
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| nigga never had a father and his mom was a feen
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| she put the pipe down, but forever yeah she was sober
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| her sons heart simultaneously grew colder
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| he started hanging out selling bags in the projects
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| checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects
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| he was fascinated by material objects
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| but he understood money never bought respect
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| he build a reputation cause he could hustle and steal
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| but got locked once it didn’t hesitate to squeal
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| so criminals he chilled with didn’t think he was real
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| you see me and niggaz like this have never been equal
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| I dont project my insurecurity’s at other people
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| he feeded for props like addicts with pipes and needles
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| so he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil
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| a fever minded young man with infinite potetial
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| the product of a ghetto breed capatalistic mental
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| coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed
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| dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed
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| but he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed
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| Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences
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| you propably only did a month for minor offences
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| ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
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| but then again there’s always the wicked at new and advanced
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| dance forever with the devil on a code cell block
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| but thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
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| devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top
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| there’s no diversity because we’re burning in the melting pot
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| So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do he’d get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew
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| starting fights over little shit, up on the block
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| stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock
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| working overtime for making money for the crack spot
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| hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine
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| for filling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
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| tired of the block niggaz treating him the same
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| he wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs
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| but when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz showed him no love
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| they told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs
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| any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs
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| any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood
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| even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club
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| but only a real thug can stab someone till they die
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| standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes
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| Billy realized that these men were well guarded
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| and they wanted to test him, before business started
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| suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted
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| so now he had a choice between going back to his life
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| or making money with made men, up in the cife
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| his dreams about cars and ice, made him agree
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| a hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be and so he met them friday night at a quarter to three
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| They drove around the projects slow while it was raining
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| smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment
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| untill they saw a woman on the street walking alone
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| three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home
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| and so they quietly got out the car and followed her
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| walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her
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| they wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor
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| this is it kid now you got your chance to be raw
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| so Billy oaked her up and grapped the chick by the hair
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| and dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
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| she struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs
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| they got to the roof and then held her down on the ground
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| screaming shut the fuck up and stop moving around
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| the shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clouts
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| so Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw
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| the dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing
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| they kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving
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| blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently
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| and then they all proceeded to rape her violently
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| Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn |
| ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned
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| a broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren’t concerned
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| when they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and broos
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| one of them niggaz pulled out a brand new twenty-two
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| they told him that she was a witness of what she’d gone through
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| and if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew
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| he thought about it for a minute, she was practicly dead
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| and so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head
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| (Sample from Survival of the Fittest by Mobb Deep)
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| I’m falling and I can’t turn back
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| I’m falling and I can’t turn back
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| Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life
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| he thought about the cold pain with the platinum and ice
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| and he felt strong standing along with his new brothers
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| cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover
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| but what he saw made him start the cringine studder
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| cuz he was starring into the eyes of his own mother
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| she looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her
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| she cried more painfully, than when they were raping her
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| his whole world stopped, he couldn’t even contiplate
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| his corruption had succesfully changed his fate
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| and he remembered how his mom used to come home late
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| working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth
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| he turned away from the woman that had once given him birth
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| and crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared
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| but only the devil responded, cause god wasn’t there
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| and right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold
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| and so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul
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| they say death take you to a better place but I doubt it after that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it and listen cause the story that I’m telling is true
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| cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to and now the devil follows me everywhere that I go infact I’m sure he’s standing among one of you at my shows
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| and every street cypher listening to little thugs flowe
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| he could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn’t know
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| the devil grows inside the hearts of the selvish and wicked
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| white, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted
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| you have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted
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| and you’ll be one of gods children and fell from the top
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| there’s no diversity because we’re burning in the melting pot
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| so when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never
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| because the dance with the devil might last you forever |