| It all began on the street, to the back of a blue police vehicle
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| Next come the bookends, the way things is looking
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| It’s Friday, you in for a long stay, gettin shackled on the bus
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| First thing come Monday, hoping in your mind you’ll be released one day
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| But knowing, home is a place you’re not going for a long while
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| Now you’re up on the isle, in a position that you ain’t got to, refusing
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| to smile
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| But keep in mind there’s a brighter day, after your time spent
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| Used to be wild, but locked up, you can’t get bent
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| Thought you could hack it, now you’re requesting Pee, see you fragile
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| It ain’t hard to see, niggas like that don’t associate with me
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| I’d rather, get busy to the third degree
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| cause the war populations are
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| If this was the street, my razor would be a mack demon
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| Hit you up, leave your whole face screaming, what you in for kid
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| Busting nuts, taps heard of million street stories caught inside this trap
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| Who are you to look at me with your eyes like that
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| Wising up young blood, before you make things escalate, and I would hate
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| To set your crooked ass straight
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| Make your moves at night, pack your heat in this warzone, niggas is trife
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| Runnin from one time, ain’t no time to slip, make one false move
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| And it’s a up north trip
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| Livin the high life, make your moves at night, pack your heat in this warzone
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| Niggas is trife, runnin from one time, ain’t no time to slip, make one
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| false move And it’s a up north trip
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| Verse Two: Havoc
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| You tried to dip, duck, but still got bucked, you talk too much shit
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| You should have kept your mouth shut, all that gossip
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| Motherfucker don’t you know my glock kicks, hollow tips
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| To your body, mad toxic, I fade you, blow you with a rusty-ass razor
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| Did you a favor, tried to wet you but i grazed you
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| Pop goes the glock when there’s beef on the block, chill for a while
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| Make them think the beef stop, then I creep like a thief in the night
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| It’s only right, ain’t no turnin back, it’s on tonight, and if I get caught
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| Then my ass is up north, straight on the course for upstate New York
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| Stress, smokin back to back cigaretttes, it popped off, gon’point in the mess hall
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| But to avoid that, from head to toe, dipped in all black, hit them niggas
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| Where they pump they cracks at, Havoc, with the murder masterplan
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| Keep my nine up to par, so my shit won’t jam, God forbid if my shit do Run behind a tree, fix my shit then hit you, slugs in your body
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| Mainly in your brain tissue, witness from the scene, get ghost, stash
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| the pistol
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| So simple then, watch my back, lay up and relax, roll a sack, ?K-A black?
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| Find a shorty intact
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| Verse Three: Prodigy
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| I got the powder, combine wit the powder, and water, it oughtta
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| Drop in a half and hour, in the, form of oil, watch the cocaine boil
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| Keep my eye on it so the shit won’t spoil, then I pause
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| And ask God why, did he put me on the serve, just so I could die
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| I sit back and build on, all the things I did wrong, why I’m still breathing
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| And all my friends gone, I try not to dwell on the subject for a while
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| Cause I might get stuck in this corrupt lifestyle, but my Heart pumps foul blood through my arteries, and I can’t turn it back
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| It’s a part of me, too late for cryin, I’m a grown man struggling
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| To reach the next level of life, without fumbling, down to folding
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| I got no shoulder to lean on but my own, all alone in this danger zone
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| Time waits for no man, the streets grow worse, fuck the whole world kid
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| My money comes first, cause I’m out for the gusto, and trust nobody
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| If you’re not family, then you die by me, cause niggas will have you
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| locked up The snitch, be a man, givin police the run down on your plans
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| We’re never goin down like that, so I, shut my mouth and hold my words back
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| The legal business, forever mine, fuck payin taxes, the last kid that shitted
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| And gave police access, to my blueprints, used names as evidence
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| Skipped town and I haven’t seen the snitch nigga ever since
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| The moral of the story is easy to figure out, a lesson that you can’t
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| live without
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| Repeat Chorus once |