| My life rest in a .45, aim for the head, chest fortified
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| Sons look for revenge, out of stress, daughters cry
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| Gotta do it here, can’t afford to try
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| Thought the gutter ended in the 'Ville, then I saw the 'Stuy
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| They get wet daily, it’s a live nigga water ride
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| Slow and steady win the race, step aside, let the tortoise by
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| It’s the hunted man, street value hundred grand
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| Instinct, nothing planned, been through shit you couldn’t understand
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| Cain, Hec, and Dawuan — I’m repping the lifeless
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| Weapon of crisis, guns run out, I’m steppin' in
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| Checkin' for secondary devices, live in the real world
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| Fuck bitches, get love from a real girl, raised my sister
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| Amongst the slime and the crime, now she a ill pearl
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| You never seen nothing like me, I’m for those who get it on nightly
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| You need a boost of strength, put it on, recite me
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| I tour with toast, cuz drama’s always close
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| Feeling the waves, kill the praise, applaud my folks
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| From the core, the most raw, absorb the quotes
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| For sure I’m the cure, and there’s more of the dose
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| Yeah, I’m from the bottom but I look forward to gross
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| In the gutter, some ride, some chill (some chill)
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| I’m from the gutter, some 'Stuy, some 'Ville (some 'Ville)
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| Know many brothers, some cry, some build
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| Word to the mother, some lie, some steal (steal)
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| Some get popped, some die, some heal (some heal)
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| Some get knocked, some hide and some real
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| (Some even bust shots, some live, some kill)
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| (But that’s gutter where Ka and them chill)
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| Slim nigga with the fat pound, back down
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| Most brolic dude, try to move, hit him in the face
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| Never again taste solid food. |
| Same nigga
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| If I’m in solitude, or with the wildest crew
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| Bulletproof down my coats like Ghost’s wallets, too
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| I run wit a crook or two, look who escaped out Brooklyn Zoo
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| Fuck that queen, I show you what a knight, and a rook’ll do
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| New York City Bronson, heat up quicker than Vinnie Johnson
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| The block got Bloods now, it’s like a mini Compton
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| To have honey smiling, need money piling
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| Bundles, bundles, bundles, a hundred thousand
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| That’s why with my gun I’m browsing
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| On the hottest strip to see who I gotta hit to start running housing
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| I listen to my id, respect my ego
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| If I need council, bounce through, check my people
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| The first on Earth with the same thirst I accept is equal
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| Never move with crews, you’ll lose, they steps beneath you
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| I rep it lethal in beef, might elect to mesquite you
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| From where the beast greet you, do as much as dirt as us, but they preach lethal
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| The block is class, the blast from the heat teach you
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| Get one lesson, fail, oh well, the streets keep you
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| Pat his jeans, one magazine, sheet sleep you
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| I embody, every nigga who carried a shotty
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| Forced to grow up quick, never sat on the potty
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| Went from crawl to run, we want all or none
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| Being fatherless bothered us, everybody we called 'em son
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| Block scholastic, sellin chips from the rock jurassic
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| For heavy glory, mark territory 'fore I rot in casket
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| Thought our young committee was gon' run the city
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| One fears being unprepared, so I brung the Smitty
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| If you dare come and get me, I’m from royalty
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| I represent myself, don’t need no lawyer fee
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| People call on me, cuz I’m ready when it’s urgent
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| Too much grace to tremble, hand steady as a surgeon |