| My name’s Derrick, I’m from Queens right there on Merrick
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| Raised of honesty, loyalty, good merits
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| Got a lil' sister and my pops just perished
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| And I just came home so my freedom I really cherish
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| Young when they bagged me, seven in the can is torture
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| And I just did that for manslaughter
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| Odds was against me, murder in the second degree
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| Made it less cuz I gave 'em a plea
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| That’s the past, now a dude home tryna clean up his past
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| When all niggas know me for is the past
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| And my mind’s always thinking how to pocket some cash
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| They know if something ever sparked it’ll cock it and blast
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| Now I’m tryna live straight and get my act together
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| But my moms struggling, she putting scraps together
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| Long time ago, when I wasn’t home she was cleaning my room
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| Cried when she found a gat in the dresser
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| Says no child of her’s woulda had dat, never!
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| But with all the dirt I was doing
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| I felt like I had to protect her, I had to protect us
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| 'Stead of me sellin' crack forever
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| She rather me in ShopRite, getting bags together
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| Past endeavors, won’t allow me to get work
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| Forced me to get work
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| On apps they ask if you ever been to jail, like if I say yes you’ll hire me
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| NIGGA DON’T LIE TO ME!
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| I gotta lil sister that’s nine
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| Plus moms is chillin', wit some new dude I think she feeling
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| But he don’t help with the bills and I’m back on the strip
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| So we don’t go broke, I’m back to this hammer that I have to tote
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| Stash ya kno, I’m killin' em, only nigga on the Ave. with coke
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| Only man in the house, I gotta bring in cash
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| And those two checks a month that mom get don’t last
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| Lil Sally’s real young, she developing fast
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| Oh, you thinking the same thing, it’s a hell of a task
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| Then it clicked me, plain clothes, cops came to get me
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| But knew that I had mine on threaten to hit me
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| And I moved swiftly, said they had a warrant
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| They knew about it all they said they had an informant
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| I’m back in this caged up cell
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| With the apes in jail, now I’m back in this eight by twelve
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| See I tried to live right
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| But society ain’t made for niggas to live right
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| Mommy just write
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| Mommy make sure Sally keep her shit tight
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| And I’ll be home real soon, don’t cry, it’s aiight
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| I know it might seem like it’s all good
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| But this is what it’s like in the hood
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| I rep my set like you should
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| But this is what it’s like in the hood
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| I know it might seem like it’s all good
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| But this is what it’s like in the hood
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| I rep my set like you should
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| But this is what it’s like in the hood
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| My names Sally, and I’m from Queens I’m not happy
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| Dad passed away, moms remarried
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| I gotta big bro, but he’s in jail
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| Moms said for some things that he used to sell
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| And I’m always with step-dad, his names Beau
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| And theres some things about him that my mom don’t know
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| And he says if I tell that it won’t be pretty
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| And I’m really scared of em, he’s already hit me
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| He touches me places I don’t like it
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| And I ain’t talking bout a hug or goodbye kiss
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| I mean touch me places that’s private
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| And he don’t just touch he put summin inside it
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| He says the more he does that, I’ll start to like it
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| Hand over my mouth so I’m quiet
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| Moms only wit 'em cuz our money is low
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| I’m sixteen but I’m shaped like a twenty year old
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| And my moms in love so she makes excuses
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| But she looks at me and sees scrapes and bruises
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| Why step daddy gotta take me thru this
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| Help, somebody, I’m getting raped I can’t do this
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| Nobody understands I’m weary
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| Get goosebumps anytime a man come near me
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| Know how it feel to have a man use you for a cushion
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| All the while moaning and pushin
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| You try to push him, he’s getting bothered
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| You yell and you scream but he starts going harder
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| Trust me, it’s summin you don’t wanna be apart of
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| Cuz even when it’s over, your life, it’ll scar ya
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| Visit my bro, he can tell I’m sad
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| Staring hard at my stomach he can tell I’m fat
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| He can tell I’m mad
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| But step daddy touched me, fucked me, you think that I can tell him that?
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| Beau called the cops on him, could I tell him that?
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| Yep, thought you’d agree so I keep it all to me
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| Baby on the way, and I’m not working
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| And I kno it’s his cause I used to be a virgin |
| Derrick says he’ll handle it, wipe my tears
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| He don’t know, this is what it’s like for years
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| And it falls on def ears
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| Damn mommy please come home, please mommy don’t leave us alone
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| Some secrets are hard to keep
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| Some secrets make it hard to sleep
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| And sleep is the only time I feel safe
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| Still the act haunts me, and I know I’ma wake up with step daddy on me
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| I know it might seem like it’s all good
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| But this is what it’s like in the hood
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| I rep my set like you should
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| But this is what it’s like in the hood
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| I know it might seem like it’s all good
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| But this is what it’s like in the hood
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| I rep my set like you should
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| But this is what it’s like in the hood
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| My names Beau, gotta chick named Pam that I live with
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| But she’s always in church, real religious
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| I hadda son he was young he was gifted
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| Til a nigga killed him a week before Christmas
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| Three shots close range with a handgun
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| I knew before I met Pam that it was Pam’s son
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| I knew when I pulled the Mill out harder
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| And went on a manhunt just to kill they father
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| Derrick and my boy hadda mutual friend
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| That put me on doing what I gotta do for revenge
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| Derricks coming home now, and he’s gonna get it
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| And I kno he’ll be lookin for me with a biscuit
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| Not hard to find, got them TECs in handy, and
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| I’m in his house having sex with him family
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| I got his mom on the bed and the canopy
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| And I’m with his sister molesting her candy
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| Now he know it all
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| His friend probably told em, and you can’t hide nothing in a hood so small
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| But then it came Sunday, Beau ain’t hafta work
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| Just humped on Sally, Pam’s in church
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| Derrick bust in, Beau just froze
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| White shit on his nose, Sally getting her clothes
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| Screams, «Get ready for your funeral Beau»
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| And then he reach to his hip and let a few of 'em go
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| Cause he’s packin but Sally starts gaspin
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| Holdin her stomach, I guess she started having contractions
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| Beau grabbed his, now they both got heat
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| Just gunnin, both ignoring the seed that’s coming
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| Now Sally’s in the crossfire, screams out stop
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| Holes in the wall, now the scenes getting hot
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| Next 30 seconds on the scene is the cops
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| Yellow tape up, now the scenes getting blocked
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| Barricades up, yep, you already kno y’all
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| Ambulance there, streets full of patrol cars
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| Cops on the mega phone, «come down now»
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| But it all calmed down somehow
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| Beau comes out, hands showing, carrying his arms
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| Derrick comes down, little Sally in his arms
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| Yep, nuttin to say, she was hit by a stray
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| Nope! |
| Shots done ricochet, cops take him away
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| And now some niggas miss em
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| But it wasn’t the guns that killed Sally, nah it was the dumb niggas wit em
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| When we gonna learn to treat our people sacred
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| There’s some type of way kid, we’re all related
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| When we gonna grow and get rid of the hatred
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| Cuz this shit happens on a regular basis, this shit happens on a regular basis
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| This type of shit happens everyday kid
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| I know it might seem like it’s all good
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| But this is what it’s like in the hood
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| I rep my set like you should
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| But this is what it’s like in the hood
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| I know it might seem like it’s all good
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| But this is what it’s like in the hood
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| I rep my set like you should
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| But this is what it’s like in the hood |