| Little Jon is on the streets late night on the ave
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| Lookin at the pretty girls and the things he’d love to have
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| Street life heroes don’t mean zero, but that’s not what he sees
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| Sidewalk stars and fancy cars makes him week at the knees
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| He was Little Jon
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| He slipped away
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| He was Little Jon
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| Slipped away
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| He was Little Jon
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| He slipped away
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| He was Little Jon
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| End today
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| Hangin out in the midnight hour, comin home late at night
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| Nothing’s in the kitchen but a can of beer, his father wants to fight
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| He’s not ready, he’s not ready for this, there’s but so much he can take
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| He wants to get away but he doesn’t wanna work, lookin for a easy break
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| Kids at school are really cruel, they tease him about his clothes
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| His shoes are worn, his coat is torn, he’s hungry and it shows
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| He can’t take it, he says, «Forget about this, I know what I can do
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| I’ll stand on the corner, make money and I’m gonna live better than all of you»
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| (*street scene: sirens, shots*)
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| Years have passed and at long, long last he’s really lookin good
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| But he’s not livin comfortable, he’s foolin the neighborhood
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| Competition is jealous, the cops are hot, they all want him to fail
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| Now his only choice in life is to die or live in jail
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| (*street scene: sirens, car pulls up*)
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| «.investigate homicide on 116th and Eighth»
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| «.homicide on 116th and Eighth»
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| «.what we got here?»
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| «Looks like a homicide, Chief»
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| «Shame. |
| Another one bites the dust» |