| You ain’t lookin in the mouth of maddness
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| Kid your facin it
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| Put your game face on and start embracin it
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| I’m from the streets that first started all
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| That hatin shit
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| And n***az used to spell ghetto with the «h» in it
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| You see the innocent children, from 10 in the building
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| Get that menacin feelin, but when it’s revealed
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| A 16's just an enterprise you pretend to ride
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| It seems it’s been applied, it’s a snoop genocide
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| N****z ain’t showin that they skills is there
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| N****z ain’t tryna build careers
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| When them guns start to bust and you ain’t real prepared
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| Now your rhymes just a souvenir, from a killed career
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| Understand I do a lot of renovating myself
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| Kane ain’t never been known for limits breaking my «self»
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| Club, shootin thug shit, innovatin myself
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| But you’ll never catch the God incriminating my «self»
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| Unto God and to Hip Hop yo we stay true
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| And always remember just what a snake do
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| Watch those around you cuz they’ll be fake too
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| And never let the game make you
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| Most of all
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| Unto God and to Hip Hop stay in circle
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| There’s a lot to see beneath where the dirt is
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| Dig a little deeper and scratch the surface
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| Maybe then you’ll understand your purpose
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| Now reflecting on the game kid
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| I have to say
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| Much love to the one Jam Master Jay
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| A loss that hit the world of hip hop like John Lennon
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| Chapter out of life that prevailed the wrong inning
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| Still from the Notorious, hearts are shooken
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| Streets started lookin like we missed a part of Brooklynn
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| A disappointing flavor that we taste before
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| But a spots been secured for the late Shakur
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| The pain was severe when we lost the lid
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| We try to get by, then turn around and lost Left Eye
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| We even see how fatal diseases be
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| Snatchin playaz like Eazy-E, easily
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| Respect to Freaky Tah, Big L and Big Pun
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| The big one, who left the Terror Squad forever scarred
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| Your lifestyle and your musical gift, in the hearts of many
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| You will truly be missed
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| I never claimed to be the kid slangin rocks for Ex
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| Never claimed to be the kid that be poppin the teks
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| But if you look its like my name got stock in the jets
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| That ain’t my style though, I simply not wish to flex
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| But if you want we can sit and talk dollars and checks
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| And good investments, and what follows it next
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| You sittin there lookin product and vexed
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| Tryna screwface, dudes Im tryna face
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| Go the opposite sex
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| Take a glass of the Remy, start with the Ex
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| I never had patron but shit I’ll take a shot of it next |