| Hello?
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| (arabic voice) You have a collect call phone call
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| In a New York state correctional facility
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| Press five five to accept, or hang up to decline
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| Whattup gangstas, how tha fuck ya’ll feel
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| We keepin it real, and hold on tight to your steel
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| Let them caps peel, one by one
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| And laugh while the nig run
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| He shoulda been packin his gun, now he gone
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| Cuz he got slippin like an old bitch
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| In the wet staircase shaft, now watch his man snitch
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| To tha police, but them no worry me son
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| I ain’t trying to get back it’d be my third felony
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| Pataki he want to see us, criminals fry
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| In the electric chair, but my spirit will never die
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| A true project nigga, I won’t hesitate
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| To pull the BLAOW, peace to all busy niggas
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| One love y’all stay safe
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| And fuck you, Officer Brown, peace to that nigga Case
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| WhOO WhOO
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| Jiggy comin, fuck tha police y’all, cuz I ain’t runnin
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| All ya’ll police can suck my diiiiiiick
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| And Mayor Guliani, that cracker boy full of shit
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| I represent, for all my niggas doing time
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| And those who got beat up and killed by the swine
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| Beo-tches, them porks, beotch
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| Them think them bad, cuz they carry, Glocks and badges
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| And when I’m pimpin in my green Acura
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| They pull me over, like I stole it from some nigga
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| But all my paperwork is legit
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| Registered insured in my name, so ya’ll pigs can shit
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| Police be cockin me like I’m some dime piece
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| A G from the street so I can never turn beast
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| There’s crooked cops, that’s why they get shot by tha minute
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| If you were criminal and you ready to represent, kid
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| Blaow, that’s how I like it, word is bond
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| My hair ain’t blonde my eyes ain’t blue so now I’m dead boo
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| It’s on like this is war, all my brothers in the hood
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| I gots fam that’s constant understand I wish they would
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| But it’s all good, peace to my niggas locked in jail
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| Bushy Kam, Killa Kane, Fogey Foo, and Ale
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| Down Low Wrecka and Junior be on storm
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| Keep your headz up, and keep it real cuz you know I’m gonna
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| And for my niggas doin six months
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| I see yo ass next summer, word up
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| Cause I ain’t runnin'
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| Rest In Peace. |
| to all them niggas
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| That got murdered by the police |