| Brooklyn
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| Come on, Come on Sittin’in the living room on the floor
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| All the pain got me on some migraine shit
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| But I’m gonna maintain
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| Nigga got 2 or 3 dollars to my name
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| And my homies in the same boat going through the same thing
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| Ready for a cake
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| Better plot for the paper
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| We been living in the dark since April
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| On the candle
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| Gotta get a handle
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| My homie got a 25 automatic added to the camper
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| Nigga get the phone book look up in the yellow page
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| Lemme tell you how we fend to get paid
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| We gonna order pizza and when we see the driver
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| We gonna stick the 25 up in his face
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| Lets ride, stepping outside like warriors
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| Head to the notorious Southside
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| One weapon to the four of us Hiding in the corridor until we see the dominos car headlights
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| White boy in the wrong place at the right time
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| Soon as the car door open up he mine
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| We roll up quick and put the pistol to his nose
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| By the look on his face he probably shitted in his clothes
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| You know what this is It’s a stick up Gimme the do’from your pickups
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| You ran into the wrong niggaz
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| We running down the block hot with these pizza boxes
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| So we split up and met back at the apartment
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| Hell yeah (yo ain’t you hungry my nigga?)
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| Hell yeah (you wanna get paid my nigga?)
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| Hell yeah (ain't you tired of starving my nigga?)
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| Hell yeah (well lets ride then)
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| Hell yeah, Hell yeah
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| I know a way we can get paid you can get down but you can’t be afraid
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| Let’s go to the DMV
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| And get a ID
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| The name says you but the fates is me Now it’s your turn take my paper work
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| Like 1, 2, 3 lets make it work
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| Then, fill out the credit card application
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| And its gonna be bout 3 weeks a waiting
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| For American Express
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| It’s cause we card
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| Platinum visa, master card
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| Cause we was spooked as shit like we’s was targets
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| Now we just walk right up and say charge it To the game we rocking brand names
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| Goin on out the park store chains
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| We even got the boys in the crew a few things
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| Po Po never know who to true blame
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| Sto’after Sto’you know we kept rolling
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| Wait two weeks report the car stolen
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| Repeat this like a like a laundry mat
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| Like a glitch in the system it’s hard to catch
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| Coming out the mall with the shopping bags
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| We can take it right back then get the cash
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| Yea, get a friend and then do it again
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| Damn right that’s how we paid the rent
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| Hell yeah
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| Time to get this paper
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| I’m down for the caper
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| Please steady on It’s a deadly struggle
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| We all gotta hustle
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| This is the way we survive
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| I know a caper
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| We can get some government paper
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| You know food stamps can we really do that
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| Hell yea, right there for the taking
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| Fuck welfare we say reparations
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| And, uh, you know the grind
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| Get up early get in the line and just wait
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| Everybody on break that’s part of the game
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| And when they call your name
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| Ms. Case Worker let my state my claim
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| I’m homeless, jobless, times is hard, I’m 'bout hopeless
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| But I gotta eat regardless
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| No family to run to I’m 22
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| Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do My sad story made her feel close to me
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| I made her feel like it was an emergency
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| When I came to the crib niggaz couldn’t believe
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| I came back with a big bag of groceries (hell yeah)
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| Every job I ever had I had to get on the first day
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| I find out how to pimp on the system
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| Two steps ahead of the manager
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| Getting over on the regular tax free money out of the register
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| And when I’m working late nights stockin’boxes I’m creepin’their merchandise
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| And don’t put me on dishes I’m dropping them bitches
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| And taking all day long to mop the kitchen shit
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| We ain’t getting paid commission, minimum wage, modern day slave conditions
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| Got me flippin’burgers with no power
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| Can’t even buy one off what I make in an hour
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| I’m not the one to kiss ass for the top position
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| I take mine off the top like a politician
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| Where I’m from doing dirt is a part of living
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| I got mouths to feed I gots to get it Hell yeah (you down to roll my nigga?)
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| Hell yeah (you ready to get your hands dirty my nigga?)
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| Hell yeah (your woman need money and things my nigga?)
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| Hell yeah (well lets ride then)
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| Hell yeah
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| If you coming gangsta
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| Then bring on the system
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| And show that you ready to ride
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| Till we get our freedom
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| We got to get over
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| Please steady on the grind |