| It’s mine; |
| it’s all mine you understand?
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| At least me and my peoples
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| Can you dig that?
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| 21st century -- thought I’d never see it
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| Right around the corner, baby
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| Ours for the taking
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| Yo; |
| I’ve seen child blossom to man,
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| some withered and turned to murderers
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| Led astray by the liars death glorifiers observin us
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| Watching us close, marketing host is here to purchase, purposely overtaxin the
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| earnings
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| Nervous, burning down the churches
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| They’re scared of us, rather beware than dare to trust
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| Throw us in jail, million dollar bail, left there to rust
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| Let’s call in order, give ourselves a chance to enhance broader
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| Advance to where minorities are the majority voter
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| Holdin my own, I’m livin alone in this cold world
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| My sister just bought a home without a loan, you go girl!
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| She’s an exception, some people can leap to the impression
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| See, me myself, I start flippin and fall victim to deep depression
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| I’m stressin the issue here, so we can cross the fiscal year
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| Tired of gettin fired and hired as a pistol-eer
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| There’s no longevity living off negativity
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| Fuck it, I’d rather sell reefer than do pizza delivery
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| That’s how the city be, everybody gettin they hustle on
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| Judge singin death penalty like it’s his favorite fuckin song
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| Word is bond, takin my life you know they lovin it
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| God 'F' the government and it’s fuckin capital punishment!
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| Capital punishment, given by the government
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| System so organized they get to you and who you runnin with
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| Can’t live alone, watch for the spies and tapped phones
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| Totin the llello for life, the rightful heir to the throne
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| We come from Kings and Queens, people with dreams, Gods and Earths
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| For what it’s worth, we benefit the Earth with infinite worth
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| First it’s turnin tables, open our own labels
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| Disable the Republicans, then reverse capital punishment
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| I’ve seen it all up close, shit out the movies you’d be buggin
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| My cousin JuJe, barely a juve', lost it and turned on the oven
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| He wasn’t playin, blew out the flame and started inhalin
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| Barin a secret too deep to keep on the street for sharin
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| Wearin the virus, Acquired Immune Deficiency
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| Dishin his dick in every thick promiscuous fish in the sea
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| Listen to me, shit is rough in the ghetto
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| You bluff, blow your head off, fuck a snuff, we bust lead off!
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| Get off your high horse, or die off like an extinction
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| Boriquans are like Mohicans, +The Last of the Po’Ricans+
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| We need some unity, fuck all the jeeps and jewelry
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| The maturity, keeps me six feet, above obscurity
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| The streets are deadly and everybody’s a desperado
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| I guess the motto we promise to let you homage in death your motto
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| Like Zorro, I mark my territory with a symbol
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| Not with a Z, but a P, cause Punishment’s what I resemble!
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| I lend you this if it expands yours, for you and yours
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| A real man can’t fall, he stands tall
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| The Man’s claws are diggin in my back, I’m tryin to hit him back
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| Time to counteract, where my niggaz at?
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| You like that, it’s Pun and Prospect
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| We hold nines, own more treasure than gold mines, makin progress
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| With Don Juan’s, there’s rules to be made, crews to be sprayed
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| Dues to be paid, nuttin y’all can do to behave
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| We laid in the slums, made a cake out of crumbs
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| Even though the government, tryin to take out our sons
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| Rudy Gulliani trying to blind me, but I see reality
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| Was raised with the street mentallity
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| My strategy’s why my battery never die
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| The ghetto kept me wise, so I would never fall to the lies
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| It’s no surprise, but do or die if you want the glamour
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| Yeah, I want the glamour, laid up with cheese and trees in Atlanta
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| While Cuban’s smoked out like Ronald Isley with Havanas
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| The hammer in the palm, never shaky, calm handlers
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| This renegade blow through barricades like grenades
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| I turn the sun to shade, then the night back to day
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| Like the twenty-four hour rotation
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| I know the location, it’s just a little in-for-mation
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| From the Squad, bringing the Terror for the nine-era
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| And let it rain on your fine leather, nigga, what? |