| One, two, one, two, the High Chief
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| Yeah… yo… so alone… baby
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| I’m just lookin' out of the window
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| Watchin' the gunshots blow-ow
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| Thinkin' how we all was turnin' out
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| Keepin' my head above water
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| Got to make a weight when I can (cuz I can)
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| Temporary lay off, cop pay offs, daily rip offs
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| Informer tip off, clips lick off
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| The judge got hit off, boss got knocked off
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| Worker made a come off, cash got dropped off
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| Buildings got burnt out, sisters got turned out
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| Work out in the yard up North, tryin' to burst out
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| Pissy elevators, dirty cop favors
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| Tongues hiding razors, minors turn majors
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| Wave the bigger tools, shoot out inside the school yard
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| The game ain’t' changed, niggas done made their own rules
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| They buildin' plans, let’s pull a million dollar scam
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| Watch for taped conversations, Jakes and dollar vans
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| The black market, labelled the movin' target
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| Dwellin' in the heartless projects
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| Evil eyes hawkin', the BBS rims flossin'
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| The beat walk in, harassin' the street walkin'
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| They keep talkin', like the Rebel might slow up
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| They set me up to go up, the witness din’t show up
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| They got their drugs on em (slippin')
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| Bare approach the look out
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| Be off the block by ten, the kite was sent
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| Then all those who dare to oppose, were sent back
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| Chained to the train track, protect ya jaw
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| These silverback niggas eat their oatmeal raw
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| Cee Allah sawed the shotti, 'Preme went down for a body
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| He killed Poppy, dusted in the lobby, toxy off shocky
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| Cops be harassin' tryin' to stop cashin'
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| The episodes pass, I flash back to guns
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| And crack stashed in grass, you movin' savage
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| Please warn him of his ways and actions
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| Before I blast him
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| Then the homicide was justified when I arrive
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| Black tints on the glass with the stockin' cap mask
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| It’s all official, steel pistol style whip you, to the gristle
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| While my team be stompin' you out after the whistle
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| I went from the slums of Hell to paradise in Heaven
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| From a slingshot to a wall of Mac-11's
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| I drank with the Devil and ate with the Reverend
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| We talked numbers and I told 'em, that mine was 7
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| The total amount of hits, behind the collapsed building
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| That had exploded in a frenzy of killings
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| Bodies lay near tons of twisted metal
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| Of a structure and atomic force, it leveled
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| From the tale of the tape, the product failed in comparison
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| The weight, the height, the reach, was not a year within
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| Sight, the significant, difference was the ammo
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| Wrecking y’all individuals in the nano
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| Second by second, heat blazed through the night
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| Leaving a dazzling array of neon lights
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| The primary reason of mission for them spitting
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| The fire that kept hitting them ducks that kept sitting
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| But the informants x-rays gave off electrons
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| Within a few next days, entire sets gone
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| Clinical precision’s used to remove the eyelids
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| Those responsible for my brothers with high bids
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| Life in the hood is an award winning film
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| Lived out by savages who can’t escape the realm
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| A place where the young meet and greet with guns
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| In the park they interrupt the pure innocent fun |