| Gun shots ringed out over the city
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| And had everybody duckin and runnin checkin for any
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| Kinda shelter cause them peoples man they at it again
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| If you aint heard or seen it then you better pretend
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| Aint got no time for stoppin aint no catchin your wind
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| Ya baby mammas on the porch tellin her daughters come in Got fathers grabbin sons where the hell have you been?
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| Boy and y’all just startin young I’m talkin 13 and 10
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| They started tradin in the streets some type of ghetto battles
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| But they aint hoopin in the gym they hoopin crates in the alleys
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| Where else can you shoot a jump shot
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| Slang a rock all from the same spot?
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| Got one gang on this half the other gang
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| on the other half of the same block
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| Gunplay on Monday
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| Sundays a fun day
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| Will it stop one day?
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| I cant call it no way
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| When your gettin started everybody wanna help and get you off
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| But turn around first motherfuckers wanna see you fall
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| Say now (say now)
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| Can you hoes come out to play now? |
| (play now)
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| Say now (say now)
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| Can you hoes come out to play now? |
| (play now)
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| Say now (na na na na)
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| Can you hoes come out to play now? |
| (na na na na na na na na)
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| Say now (na na na na)
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| Can you hoes come out
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| Na wait a minute na wait a minute na wait a minute na Feel like I’m runnin for the daylight
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| Tryin ta get my mind right
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| And just before I die will somebody reach out and snatch it from me Say now
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| Can you hoes come out to play now?
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| (Hear me out)
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| Tryin ta put my city on the map and they mad at me The same city some of them live in and they mad at me When I come down to speak dirty why you mad at me?
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| Is it cause the old school freaked out niggas from A to Z?
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| Eight cd’s, tv's, I aim to please
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| They mean the same to me like Biggie to C’s
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| Like Easy to E’s, Tupac to overseas
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| And I done seen more Lia fans fall cry to their knees
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| I tell ya, I aint been livin this life for too long
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| And I cant count how many times someone has asked me what’s wrong
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| Why my mother was gone
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| Why my dady wasnt home
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| And the same shit they told me I found myself tellin my own
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| Now its good-bye bad nights
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| Hello good times
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| There aint no way Ill let no nigga step in my shine
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| Keep tryin (keep tryin)
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| Theres bound ta be somethin G As long as I’m in STL
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| You in the TIC
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| I’ll tell ya Hear me out now
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| Say now (echose) |