| I grace the block with my presence
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| All praises do. |
| Now the neighborhood like «Tony we love you»
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| It’s all good and staying at my brother Mick’s house
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| Made his house my home. |
| Enter the zone
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| Buried him in front law. |
| Put up a Tombstone
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| I seen Bammy. |
| That’s my nickname for Bamboo
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| She like «What up Tone? |
| How are you?
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| Can we speak? |
| I got some explaining to do»
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| See your absence made me forget who you were
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| And I love you for you. |
| I need a second chance, boo
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| I say it’s all good. |
| 36 seasons was long
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| You got weak but I’m here to help weather the storm
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| You gotta just think with me. |
| Shit’ll get stinky
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| I gotta clean the whole motherfucking city
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| The government’s greedy flushing drugs down these streets
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| Thugs out here criminals dressed as police
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| Call my name when you need me
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| I’ll be there quick fast in a hurry
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| No need to worry
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| The all mighty GFK the master venger
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| New York and city defender
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| Ay yo, these streets is political,
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| The government got you on strike by the visual
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| The TV the crack epidemic. |
| The real drug dealers, fake cops is true apologetic
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| How would you like to be in the court of law? |
| How would you like for me to put
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| a bullet in your head as large as a baseball? |