| There’s a war in the streets tonight
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| And nobody’s really feelin’alright
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| I got a blunt for a chronic, a juice for my tonic
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| I know now that I’m feelin’right if it goes down
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| 'Cause my third eye sees the lowdown
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| And I know it’s not my time to go now
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| 'Cause God’s got my back in this showdown
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| So I know we’ll be alright
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| Yeah, Brooks Brothers overcoat, know the ropes, smooth is holdin’those
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| Briefcases, silk ties, slick as them older folks
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| Silver fo'-fo', got no,
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| My chauffer driver just left some of my colleagues smokin’that Cali
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| Caught a glimpse of myself in the Barney’s shop window
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| Kinda’see my father’s features creepin’in a little
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| Got an office on Broadway, business in Jamaica
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| Tell my daughter try the hardest so the best schools’ll take her
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| And I’m late to a dite with my wife, I realize
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| I stopped to shop, had to get her some type surprise
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| And I’m walkin’through it, chaos is all around me But God got me, no fear, through the fire pride stop
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| There’s a war in the streets tonight
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| And all this drama’s got me feelin’uptight
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| I don’t know what I’ll do if I don’t see my boo
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| 'Cause she’s standin’on the corner of Linden Boulevard
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| Holding our baby in her baby in her arms
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| So hold on, your daddy’s in sight
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| Yeah, Nine-four, Destiny opens her eyes
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| For the first time, praise God, baby mom’s cryin'
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| Planned to be a strong black family
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| But we both were too young, too strung, too much flashin'
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| New come, I caught verbal assassin runnin’with
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| Nothin’but the worst type, worst fight
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| But we brought my baby home the first night
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| Cursed like sailors, burst out the crib
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| Ragin’in my new car bought from entertainment
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| Champaign and gainin’clout fast, whiplash
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| Did this bitch just pass in the club pugged up, stupid ass
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| Grabbed her by the pony tail, never disrespect me
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| I’m a street vet, regret the sex, but not Desi
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| Moved back to your grandma, I’m single, the land’s mine
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| She keeps the Benz, I’m all in the streets again
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| Squeezin’the pen, released again, chart toppers,
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| Hard-bottoms blessed the feet, now less baby mom’s problems
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| New woman, she’s great, this a different world,
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| Checkin’out my wife’s chemistry with my little girl
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| It’s so amazin’playin', life is so crazy
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| I’ve grown up the thankful for lessons God gave me There’s a war in the streets tonight
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| And nobody’s really feelin’alright
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| I got a blunt for a chronic, a juice for my tonic
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| I know now that I’m feelin’right if it goes down
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| 'Cause my third eye sees the lowdown
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| And I know it’s not my time to go now
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| 'Cause God’s got my back in this showdown
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| So I know we’ll be alright |