| They wanna see me down,
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| but I be comin up
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| They don’t want me around,
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| but I lay in the cut
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| This is how the hood be movin,
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| there’s no solution
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| It’s so hard but it’s all we ever know
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| Feel this pulse of the hood,
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| that ear to the street
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| Like the boys on feet,
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| them wolves never sleep
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| Just lurk in the shadows,
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| mingle in your blind sight
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| Is it meant to be tested?
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| Better get your mind right
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| These are the breaks and,
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| this is what it takes and
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| Laid up in the coffin there is all your mistakes
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| look Is this what you want though,
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| or beggin for a change as to what we all can afford,
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| and what’s out of your range?
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| They massacred your folks then
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| — pray for revenge
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| Your last thought is a target, the beef never ends (never ends)
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| These foul niggaz laughin,
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| your baby momma’s cashin
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| who hated your ass with a passion
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| Hangin on your last breath gaspin,
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| your people in tears
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| who always told ya you was trouble for years
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| Find you at death’s doors fightin,
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| with tubes all in you
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| Heard they raidin your spots —
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| who’s gon' miss you?
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| It’s grimey as it ever been, slugs in the veteran
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| The block savor the day he took his own medicine
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| Now it’s all over,
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| the next leader got the seat
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| But don’t bury him yet,
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| we still got a heartbeat
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| The mind over matter,
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| stuff made of legends
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| A spirit that caters to the physical presence
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| He gotta dig down deep,
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| that’s where it begin
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| You got far too much pride to let your enemies win
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| See life flash before you,
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| your face in the sink
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| Look up inside the mirror,
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| before you can blink
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| Feel you have no choices, beaten battered and scarred
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| Can only muster up enough strength
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| to find God
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| As solid as the anchor,
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| how can I thank ya when it took every bit of prayer to save this gangster?
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| On my knees in the chapel,
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| forgive me father
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| The endless rounds of shots,
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| the people screamin in horror
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| What add up to a dollar,
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| don’t make sense no more
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| What people live to posess,
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| in the spoils of war
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| become obsolete,
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| that’s if you weather the storm
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| It’s so beautiful,
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| the feelin like a hustler reborn
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| with no drama
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| Need you right here for the kids
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| with every honor
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| The streets know it is what it is,
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| another chapter
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| Through all that pain you stood the best remedy is let 'em see you still live
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| good
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| They wanna see me down,
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| but I be comin up
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| They don’t want me around,
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| but I lay in the cut
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| This is how the hood be movin,
|
| there’s no solution
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| It’s so hard but it’s all we ever know
|
| They wanna see me down,
|
| but I be comin up
|
| They don’t want me around,
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| but I lay in the cut
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| This is how the hood be movin,
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| there’s no solution
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| It’s so hard but it’s all we ever know
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| Listen man,
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| we don’t wanna talk to none of y’all
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| You left your man out here for dead and all that (real talk)
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| This New York City man
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| (uh-huh) y’know where the rats is bigger than the cats
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| (stop snitchin!) We servin notice you hear me?
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| (Talk to 'em) We not playin wit’chu meatballs (emphatically)
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| This is Black Heart,
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| the movement (c'mon)
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| We only play for keeps here,
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| and this is all we ever know
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| They wanna see me down,
|
| but I be comin up
|
| They don’t want me around,
|
| but I lay in the cut
|
| This is how the hood be movin,
|
| there’s no solution
|
| It’s so hard but it’s all we ever know
|
| They wanna see me down,
|
| but I be comin up
|
| They don’t want me around,
|
| but I lay in the cut
|
| This is how the hood be movin,
|
| there’s no solution
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| It’s so hard but it’s all we ever know |