| Watch where you walk in the streets of New York
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| Where the sign says don’t walk but people still walk
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| Don’t talk, fuck the neighborhood that you be livin
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| Where we stomp you out with Timberlands and blow you to oblivion
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| Plus its like every mother fucker that I meet
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| Want to stop me and kick rhymes dead in the street
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| Walk around in their disguise
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| (Spread their rumors and their lies)
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| But now they all recognize
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| DuckDown in the prize
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| (Louisville Sluggah)
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| I give it to the boy, word bond, he got balls
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| There’s too many bottles on these walls first of all
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| Fools die coarsely, sceeming rap sheets for thoughts
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| Lying harshly defeated seeking things he didn’t earn
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| Niggas do burn unlearned so they live torture
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| And outta beat that ass, I be, just like poppa
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| But get this, do, know of Jahovah
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| But witness two concrete streets meet these soldiers
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| (Starang Wondah)
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| Plus just last week I seen Asia and Monique
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| Walk right past my ass and didn’t even speak
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| He said she said I’m happy like Mary J.
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| Wear my hair nappy while I sip Alizae
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| Sometimes walkin', in the storm gets muggy
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| Ask D.O. |
| G-O-D don’t like ugly
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| (sampled)
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| Smile in my face, behind my back they talkin’trash
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| (All)
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| Mad and stuff because your crew won’t last
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| (sampled)
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| Smile in my face behind my back they talkin trash
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| (All)
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| Ask D.O. |
| G-O-D don’t like ugly
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| (Top Dawg)
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| Your name must be Chris (why?)
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| Cause nigga you done crossed over
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| Lookin for ways back but you got lost
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| As another alli gets crushed into dust
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| Fuckin around with us nigga you know it’s dangerous
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| So trust me, when I’m, smellin your fear |