| I ain’t about to sit back and talk about gats and Glocks
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| And busting caps on blocks, cracking on practice cops
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| You couldn’t handle when I’m deep like a diver
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| The kooky corner conniver keeps my streets liver
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| I play the DL and watch the outskirts
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| I write an ill verse and never shout words that make makes my mouth hurt
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| I go to? |
| place and rap to groovy breaks
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| Popping in the? |
| tape and watch all the moves we make
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| We’re getting up until we’re choking
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| I feel over in the goodie goodie, the woodies are swinging while he’s smoking
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| I? |
| the girls, good night, I spread the hood life
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| My neighbours and my style don’t match what I look like
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| You know not to pass judgement, my ass ain’t budging
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| I kill a fast dozen of your family and do your last cousin
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| Strength from Jersey doing just what I feel
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| Steal a meal, I’m the druggie that deal but keep it real
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| We were beginners in the hood and my mentality
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| Is keeping it real, packing steel, getting high (keep it real)
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| We were beginners in the hood and my mentality
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| Is keeping it real, packing steel, getting high (keep it real)
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| My lifestyle’s fast lane without speed bumps or rolling tree stumps
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| Given free blunts, I only had to smoke weed once
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| To rap while I puff that and chill as I bust back
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| To battle? |
| I love rap to beat me I don’t puff crack
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| See I’m the dopest that you don’t wanna smoke with
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| Been rhyming since the days of puffing joints out the roach clips
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| I wake up every morning and I always wonder why
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| Peeps are ODed treat my streets like a slumber
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| This ain’t a vacation spot so go claim your Glock
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| So many names with spray cans we can paint the blocks
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| I dream tough, I never chill with no creeper
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| Hang? |
| my saggy jeans cuffed
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| I keep the power to speak, I ain’t a flower for freaks
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| My dirt’s deep, I even go without a shower for weeks
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| So back up off it, you fags had to forfeit
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| I rip so many heads they call my crew Farrah Fawcett
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| Sprinkle over here there whenever I feel
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| I’m no beginner or winner but my deal will keep it real
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| We were beginners in the hood and my mentality
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| Is keeping it real, packing steel, getting high (keep it real)
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| We were beginners in the hood and my mentality
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| Is keeping it real, packing steel, getting high (keep it real)
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| We were beginners in the hood and my mentality
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| Is keeping it real, packing steel, getting high (keep it real)
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| We were beginners in the hood and my mentality
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| Is keeping it real, packing steel, getting high (keep it real)
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| It’s no illusion, I’m grooving, the L got my brain moving
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| The pain soothing and my crew got the same movement
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| The boom’s like the moon on the run from the Sun
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| Stay spark in the dark daily where we come from
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| I’m cool with the careless kids who rock crusty fronts
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| They got rusty lungs from smoking dusty blunts
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| They puff like pros so call em ashtray mouths
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| Cause there was a halfway house and this is my last day out
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| So I’mma catch?, knock off your headset
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| Bullet holes in five though will make the the funny feds sweat
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| I’m from Amboy AKA The Violent Village
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| Dirty Delaney is where I be illin
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| My tiny town is thumbs down
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| Finger tips are splitting blunts
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| Competition walks away, finks and fronts
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| I fully break beats and dominate my ill fate
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| Rapping on the milk crate until late it feels great
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| We were beginners in the hood and my mentality
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| Is keeping it real, packing steel, getting high (keep it real)
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| We were beginners in the hood and my mentality
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| Is keeping it real, packing steel, getting high (keep it real)
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| We were beginners in the hood and my mentality
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| Is keeping it real, packing steel, getting high (keep it real)
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| We were beginners in the hood and my mentality
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| Is keeping it real, packing steel, getting high (keep it real) |