| Nigga you heartless
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| You aint heartless
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| You dont want no part in this
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| You aint got it in ya
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| Im born to be a sinner
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| As I move through these evil new york streets
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| Like grease
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| And some kids get caught up All up in the crime rate
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| Couldnt hold your nine straight when you was bustin
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| Your whole clip and hittin nothing
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| Your whole block on him, only two niggaz got him
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| Came down fast
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| With the cash and the product
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| Caught you pants down with ya clothes off
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| A nigga never knows… a nigga never knows
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| You got your ryhmes niggas?
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| Bring em-we start that
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| Its concrete combat-where Im at
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| A crime covered city
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| Where theres no time for pity
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| We comin from the village
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| Of the unprivledged
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| Blood soaked bills through murder actions
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| Transactions all illegal
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| I smell the cheeb like a beagle
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| Evil stalks and lurks
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| Dominate and do worse in my dwelling
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| Niggaz filling shells and compelling to bust melons
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| (we just) bring to these fellas
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| These evil streets iz rough
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| Aint no one we can trust
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| Either roll with the rush or get rushed
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| Cause all we got iz us These evil streets…
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| Seen the world through the eyes of a nigga on the brink
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| Drugs got my brain fried making it hard to think
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| Im trapped in these evil streets
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| Drivin some scuffed up ragged down beat up past tims
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| Some kid pulls up with chrome dimple guided rims
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| Now Im thinking its 3 in the a.m.
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| Im walking and he in a bm Drop top 3-he dont even see me Would you believe, he saw my gun in 3d
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| 10 blocks later trying to work the cd Spotted 15 on the bqe
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| Cause aint no way them pigs is baggin me And up a sonsee we official nasty
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| For niggas that force the issue
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| My manll toss the pistol
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| And of course I hit you
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| Let that loss be with you
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| The more ls the higher
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| Streets are fire
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| Make ice hearts in men
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| For worldly desire
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| Its the black attack
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| Born on the corner
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| Nigga grew up fast to get that looter ready to shoot er And he do anything to achieve it (better believe it)
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| Grew up in a band of theives
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| Who retrieves the goods
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| Stacking stacks
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| And pushing niggas shit back like they should
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| While we was gone
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| Some shit undeveloped
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| Now parlay, sit back
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| And watch armys swell up Yeah… punk niggaz
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| As we move through these evil streets…
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| Only nigga that can kill me is the nigga in the mirror
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| But when I cup the mic and make my fighting words clearer
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| A nigga without a gun is like something is missing
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| That was my employer-when I aint have a pot to piss in
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| (so listen) keep a gun, even if its not needed
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| Better that than to have none and to be in deep shit
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| We mold on niggaz like bacteria grows
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| Fools they lucky if they walk away with a black eye and a broken nose
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| Nigga, we kill niggaz
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| For polo and hilfigers
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| Its all for real ill niggaz
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| And steel figures
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| Aint nothin over here
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| Wont be soft
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| Shit be jumping off
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| On the rag
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| Dont beat me in the head with that
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| Go head with that
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| I think back me in my mans rover
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| Rip out sombodys grandmother
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| Pulled out, the bitch ran for cover
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| Keep niggaz guessin with our face without expressions
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| For niggaz stressin
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| I leave a lifetime impression
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| It shines like aggression when the flame comes out
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| Saw the bout, what you got, when your gang runs out
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| Shits hot, you could get burned with heat
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| We take turns to sleep
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| You better learn the street
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| Knowledge
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| Damn, you could get shot for 5 dollars
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| Its live wires
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| With no signs of survivors…
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| These evil streets iz rough
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| Aint no one we can trust
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| Either roll with the rush or get rushed
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| Cause all we got iz us These evil streets iz rough
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| Aint no one we can trust
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| Either roll with the rush or get rushed
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| Cause all we got iz us These evil streets… |