| Eh yo, I got to watch my back as I travel through
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| Rockaway and Livonia, Picken Avenue
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| Belmont, New Lot, Stone and Saratoga
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| I just wanna slice the piece and maybe have a soda
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| But if I try to rock this leather and this nameplate
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| Like my man Nate I can meet the same fate
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| He in the wheelchair, knife in the spine man
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| My friends like: «yo come on, we’ll be fine man»
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| But see this black suede Puma’s with the gold stripe
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| Are hot of the press and yes it’s a cold night
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| The type of night when all coasts seem suspicious
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| I know we ain’t no bitches but these streets are vicious
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| Bus stops, alleyways and them side blocks
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| It’s the few spots you can wind up in a pine box
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| Last car of the A train, it ain’t sane
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| Play around, you lay around in great pain
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| And now the kid ensure like weight gains
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| Tell me why would you wanna die for a fake chain?
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| Shit, why you wanna die for a real one?
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| Cause real bullets they kill when they fly from a real gun
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| Man I’m a err on the side of caution
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| Because this stuff my moms bought was a small fortune
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| For this great advice you gone thank me thoroughly
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| Labyrinth, caught in this maze, Frankie Beverly
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| Fire burning
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| Hot all over them streets
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| And this world is falling
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| Because they don’t care about me
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| And we, humanity
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| We must fight
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| Fight for the sake of life
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| Fight for the sake of our children
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| Being I’m a only child and moms keeps a steady job
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| I stay fresh to death and yes they ready to rob
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| These suede Wallabees got 'em on the cheap friend
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| And my sheepskin same color as a wheat thin
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| These Cazal frames really are a rare color
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| But I’m not ready to die like hair color
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| All I want to do is impress the ladies
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| Cause this be the eighties and it’s wild over here brother
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| Walk lightly or end up in a fight see
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| Unless you wanna lose that there, hold it tightly
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| Since grade school, been fresh from the start dawg
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| And that makes me a target like a dartboard
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| So I gotta stay on point like church shoes
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| And the first rule’s watch out for the worst dudes
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| One false move and moms have to bury me
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| Try to make it through this maze, Frankie Beverly
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| Universal ghetto survivors
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| I first learned what a labyrinth is
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| In AP class with all the talented kids
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| This game had a ball and your goal was to get it home
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| And if it fell in the hole, then you did it wrong
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| Man, my hood be sort of the same
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| You can get robbed in the bus, on court or the train
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| Yup, I’m already stressed, please don’t worry me
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| Labyrinth, this here maze, Frankie Beverly
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| Fire burning
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| Hot all over them streets
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| And this world is falling
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| Because they don’t care about me
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| And we, humanity
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| We must fight
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| Fight for the sake of life
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| Fight for the sake of our children
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| Uh, a dollar short of having a dollar
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| Being broke in the hood is a curse
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| Hit the Ave, you know how to fix it
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| I know it’s bad but could have get worse
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| I see these kids, they might wanna jump me
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| But I’m not gonna show 'em I’m scared
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| I just know I’mma find me a way out
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| They gonna know I was here |