Son, look, watch this
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There is jungle on the street, but it is not easy to shoot
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And what about bullets with cancer
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If I shoot to rock you, you don't have a stomach problem
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Problem, here I will be a problem
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I'll talk about how dealers are ordinary curtains
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How they print friends, how they don't study at school
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As they perish as the last, they are never in the hunt
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Here's the dealer, the street is calling
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We grew up here on the street
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On the juice of the callus, on the hundredth of the resin, add fifty more
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But we wore bricks like a black Fifty Cent
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Bang down, sit down, you know nothing
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Torn ticks December, icy rain
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But there was no one to help the Golden
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When he repaid debts, not to pay with his head
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And the corner is quiet (still)
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It's really nice in the dark (you understand)
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And it's quiet on the corner
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Only Nike replaced Reebok
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And the corner is quiet (still)
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It's really nice in the dark (you understand)
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And it's quiet on the corner
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Lots of slaves for a cheap life
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Do what you say, don't say what you do
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When you drive a kilo, you drive two hundred on the highway
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When it burns fine, you never harden it
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Once Čokolino, today tajši in chocolate
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Ladi Dadi, shimmy Golden
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Fazon, Charlie Sheen or Halid Muslimovic
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Rock star, life style
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Representation Center
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Underground end
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Hi all the time
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I throw pearls in front of pigs
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These verses for the written
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What they listen to comes
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The game is wrong, I'll put a midi on it
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Vutra over beer, some Shiptar hybrids
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Nits, they know where we are
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Sister, call your mother, I don't know where she is on the right
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This family is crowded
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Dileja rep exclusive from TSa Street |