| L.A. L.A. big city of dreams
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| but everything in L.A. aint always what it seems
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| you might get fooled if you come from outta town
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| cuz we comin from Queens and gets down
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| Jose-Luis gotcha holdin guns in tons
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| general, Emanual rock emerald
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| government out to get me, tryin to stick me move quickly, yo the god study swiftly
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| Indian style, knees bent, hands together
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| Regulate, drama kickin like East state
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| money to make, 1st of the month son chop the wait
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| break the law and gotta score like before
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| Armageddon, mary-tree smoke wettin
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| if thats jeddy, shoppin sprees are ready
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| My crew in the front got it lock
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| my live niggas in the back got the gat
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| so were true to this black
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| 4−4 like some more
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| 1 to the dome, lubricate your thoughts
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| black mask stole the ride to avoid up north
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| jeopardize my freedom, blink out when I see you
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| but nine out of ten niggas wouldnt wanna be you
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| rob him for his cash and spend it like
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| Ah-yo the rap shit is ill
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| kid you make mad dough but still
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| hit your crew off it aint slink-real
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| show some love kid aint no selfish shit here
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| Chorus: repeat 4X
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| Im in too deep, losin sleep I can’t call it in love wit this drug shit, loyal and all for it whats a nigga to do? |
| wit no cash at 22
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| take it, or find the best way to make it fast
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| my mans rakin cash, fuck bein lieutenant
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| Im in it to win it so it might just take a minute
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| to gain grams, put my game plan in action
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| ways to make it happen, to days to get the jack-son
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| once the weight comes, I’m outta state triple sums
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| count my funds, I got guns that cripple sons
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| What’s the use of heat, wit no dough to flee the streets
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| caught a trace of no chaser and your dead meat
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| Legal aid type of rider, have you shppied in greens
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| 10 thou for a lawyer now who splits your cream
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| Game is deeper than the sea itself
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| agile moves to make fragile crews deflate under pressure
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| take it to the next measure wit all pleasure
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| and stack treasure… Illegal life forever
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| Yeah all together, like a butter soft leather
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| Been on this planet for 25 years and still strong
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| the worlds rotten like the veins in my fathers arm
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| I remain calm, study Isalm, read the Torah
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| world goin in flames like Sodom and Gomora
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| Niggas dried up layin in the box from the virus
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| commercial thugs tried to bust gats at the livest
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| its like in crime, only will shine real survivors
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| yall hallf-way niggas, I’d advise you not to try this
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| so brace yourself before you get yourself laced
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| fuckin wit them sick Arabic scarface
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| La ellah illa Allah illa Allah
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| your fuckin wit the god
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| Escumar Asdubar
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| Official, my missle rips through your bone gristle
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| why you sneak leavin niggas get locked and blow the whistle
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| for the jake, my mouthpiece remains my new
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| team made my bail, scooped me in the Lex-Coupe
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| now I’m out back to the galaxy of Queens
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| live between the crimes scenes
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| servin fans like fiends… fiends…fiends…
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| so it seems
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| Yo, eternally
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| the game reverse and burn me my man turn states and took the 1 to 3
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| snitchin on me, how could it be we was team
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| I guess it got divided by the cream
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| FBI, raided my crib where I live
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| snatch my wife, child welfare took my kids
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| yo I can’t live
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| I got hit wit double life bid
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| From the stress, my head throbbin like a tumor
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| its 1 o’clock niggas are lock I catch shuma
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| lay down my towel slide off my suede pumas
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| the rumors spread around the jail like that
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| been down for 6 joints holdin down this flat
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| Latin Kings do they things, ice pick for gats
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| tryin to lay my garbody gats all on they back
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| but never that…
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| yo.Q-B-C, 2−5 and Mobb Deep
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| mami rest in peace
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| its Allah
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| one love to that nigga Marley Marl |