| Nowadays you gots' ta walk the street and watch your back
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| Cause brothers with the gats don’t be knowin' how to act
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| They always pull the Glock when somebody rocks a knot
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| And if they get shot they often snitch to the cops
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| Now tell me this ain’t livin foul
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| She just had a baby child and she’s back to sellin' cracks vials
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| On the Ave cause she’s addicted to the fast cash
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| How long will that last before the cops be up in that ass
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| But honey-dip dont wanna listen cause she’s in no position
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| Now nobody gives a pot to piss in
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| Her life is stuck and filled with bad luck
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| So she fucks and fucks to earn another buck
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| She don’t really care about pride
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| And she jumps into another ride then comittin' suicide
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| June Luva:
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| Hey Yo, this goes on and on Shy
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| Everybody’s doin' their own thing
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| From hookerin' to drug slang (repeat 2)
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| Verse Two (Shyheim):
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| Times is gettin' hard, word is bond I swear God
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| I even got caught tryin' to steal from the junkyard
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| A born terror, A rebel without a pause
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| Ain’t nevah had a good Christmas so who is Santa Claus
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| I walk the streets at night with my head down
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| In this lil' town you see clowns that wanna be down
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| So they get a Glock and lick shots to get props
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| And when shit rocks you can hear when the shells drop
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| An old man got shot in the parkin' lot
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| In front of my buildin' I hang with his grandchildren
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| And for the nigga that pulled the trigga and tried to slide
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| And hide, but he got knocked by the homicide
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| And this happens everyday around my way
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| So I pray that I can live another day
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| Hey Yo, get a load of this guy you know the Mr. Hard-y
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| He the one who talk about gats but ain’t' bustin nobody
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| He speaks the name game so he can just maintain
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| I’d blow him out the frame but his mom said he gang bang
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| But his rep was hi-tech in the projects
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| Pulled his knuckle-jacks so he got mad respect
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| The niggas in hoodies packed up their loaded gats
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| Met up in the back so they could plan the attack
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| Wasn’t hard to tell that these kids was no joke
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| They let the pistol smoke and at nine was dopin' and coked
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| I seen it happen everyday where I live
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| I know a few brothers, drug dealers, most of them fugitives
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| Hook x5 |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On and On , by - Shyheim. Song from the album Best of the Past Hip-Hop, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп