| yo, yo gansta, gansta
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| gansta yo that’s right
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| journey through the life of some real niggas
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| some real niggas, you’ll never see what i’ve seen
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| When i sleep i dream of bodies in streams of blood
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| Naked bitches, dead nigga’s ghost, feds with toast
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| Knockin’my door down sweat poor down my body
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| Roast from the heat so i soak my sheets
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| Wake up shiverin', pull my hoe close to me, she sexy
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| Every night is different pussy since my girl left me And i tried to make her stay with me, but i stay busy
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| And her friends are cut-throats, they deep throat to lay with me I reminisce how i miss a stare in this space
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| Resort to the lips of a stripper, sprayin’their face
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| L&in'in a mansion, home alone
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| I hear footsteps, shit i kicks just not lyrics
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| I hold a fifth, wonderin’if ten shots can stop spirits
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| If nigga’s try to rob me then i won’t hear it Cause it’s different from the streets, i’m missin’my hood now
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| Missin’all the blocks cuz i’m surrounded by woods now
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| It’s supposed to be good now
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| It’s like i’m walkin’tight rope and can’t look down
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| Fire below me Now the fantasies i have for women are unholy
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| Success, thousand dollar bottles impress
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| Models with fat ass and big breasts
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| Floor seats, knicks vs. nets, private jets
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| Millionaire heir to antigua, with ananda, the mtv diva
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| Nas, how do we survive all this mess? |
| (i didn’t survive)
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| East vs. west the rap game where words became flesh
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| A whole pound of herb won’t desolve my stress
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| Still i ride to the death, love hip-hop
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| Cause afrikabababa was def, a lot of respect
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| Feel me? |
| fuck to the rock sean john jury
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| I got the same hands of crap platinum and the crap pyramids
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| Write about the black experience, sell it to marimax
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| Tell me if you feelin’that
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| Take a journey through the life of these real niggas
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| The things that they seen it would thrill niggas
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| If you’ve seen what they’ve seen, you would wonder
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| Through the rain and the pain and the thunder
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| By the time that you realized that it’s goin’down
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| You may find yourself going underground
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| When they see that this life is upon us We would see that there’s no one that we can trust
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| You can never see what i see, motherfucker
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| Beanie sigel, the realest nigga from the streets was taught
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| Stay cased up nigga, stay deep in court
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| Reminiscin’on that cold cell, deep in thought
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| Gettin’skinny, couldn’t eat, cause the meat was poor
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| Ya’ll niggas couldn’t live my life, i’ve been through it Streached up in hospital beds, fed fluid
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| Two bullets hit my leg, one passed through it Saw the blood and the hole in my calf, looked through it My life’s no joke, i don’played dice with soap
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| Upstate the case niggas slice your throat
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| Wear your boxers in the shower when you gaurd your soap
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| I done seen the biggest nigga’s in the yard get broke
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| I done took blocks through war, took blocks for fall
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| Took blocks to wall for box of raw
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| What you think 33 in the glock is for?
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| Black fatigues, skullies and binoculars,
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| C4, block your doors, nigga’s can’t stop this war
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| I show you faggots what this swatz’is for
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| Hidding spots in the door for the glocks is for
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| Read the papers, '94 i took the cops to war
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| Half of ya’ll niggas livin’a lie
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| Only reason you switchin’up your droid is cause you keep gettin’robbed
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| I looked that nigga in the eyes before i send him to god
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| Beanie sigel, desert eagle, the realest nigga alive
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| Aiyo, aiyo, gansta, gansta
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| The bible has words that christ wrote, evil men sacrifice goats
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| I speak all my life under oath
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| Since a kid, troublesome
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| Thrownin’shit at little girls jump ropes
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| Bustin’b-b guns at stray cats, that was way back
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| Watched it die, covered in flies
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| Then i picked up a stick, try to dig in it’s eyes
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| Makin’dirt pies, na, being buggy-eyed shit
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| And every other nigga that rap, sound like my shit
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| I wear chrome 45's with ice on the grip
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| I don’t shoot it, i roll with killers and criminals
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| With heroin habits they picked up from the penile
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| They let you have it, all i do is give them a smile
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| Lifestlyes of the realest, you ain’t ruthless you bitch
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| I got a pine box just your size, i know it’ll fit
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| Your whole life’s a mistake, stop holdin’the pen
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| Kill yourself, come back as a man over again
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| Cause in this lifetime i’m reignin', slay men
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| Leave your whole body cold
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| Your nails grow long, you get gray skin
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| May this nigga rest in peace, amen
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| I run with brave men, straight out the housin', we wildin'
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| Names engraved in the pavement
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| Brick building, grown ladies jump off the roof
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| Nigga get paged, then murdered at the phonebooth
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| New york streets made me nigga, it’s crazy nigga |