| What, motherfucker you are not ready
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| For the potbelly or the rock frekly,
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| Op special, op with the cock semi,
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| Drop any signal, happy cops try to set me up.
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| Shit’s creeps without even an ops and it’s heavy.
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| A lot of kids ain’t about shit, but pop plenty.
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| Talk about fights, but they never got in any.
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| Brag about heists and get robbed under Reggie,
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| Punch them balls when they pissed and they think them foxed,
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| Freddie, nah, nothing in that shitty form of fashion,
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| Train of thought chained to a hawk when I saw them blasting.
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| More action, so I caught a fat one,
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| I never saw what happened, I never called in for backup.
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| Officer, damn, they got plenty,
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| Made them hit the ground,
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| Spinning around like rock steady.
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| This ain’t about a couple of rocks,
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| I’m not petty,
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| We need some justice in the block
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| And we ain’t got plenty.
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| No peace without justice,
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| No pity without bloodshed.
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| No victory without upsets.
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| No love for corrupt cops,
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| They’re the one supposed
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| To make you feel safe in rough blocks.
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| When will it stop? |
| When the whole hood’s totaled
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| And taking matters in our own hands.
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| We need a plan, though,
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| Take our blocks back,
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| Take the pride back,
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| Nobody can stop us!
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| I should have knew the deal,
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| The shit ain’t right, what we do,
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| And still, and I think the shots fired
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| Proved it’s real.
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| Getting tired from the whole ordeal.
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| So one disappeared by the squad car,
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| So I knew we’d kneel.
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| Another 22 with my boot concealed.
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| Propped up the fat fuck, used him as a human shield.
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| Ran upon him as a lunatic and Stinley hit him.
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| We both had to reload, so our pistol wiped him.
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| He looked familiar so I figured where I knew the kid from,
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| He’s from my city, matter of fact, the same school system.
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| Then I remembered how we used to get picked on,
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| And vowed to get revenge one day, when he was big and strong.
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| Still a weak to me, but with a gun and a badge,
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| And a bully, but I busted his ass.
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| I couldn’t help but to laugh as I rolled up …
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| It’s a cycle, it’ll keep happening, yeah.
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| No peace without justice,
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| No pity without bloodshed. |
| No victory without upsets.
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| No love for corrupt cops,
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| They’re the one supposed
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| To make you feel safe in rough blocks.
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| When will it stop?
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| When taking matters in ur own hands.
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| We need a plan, though,
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| Take our blocks back,
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| Take the pride back,
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| Nobody can stop that!
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| It’s just a war, no?
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| It’s just a little quarrel,
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| I should have never moved 'till I could afford to.
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| And now I’m sitting here, looking at this poor dude,
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| And his corpse too, thinking what the fuck I’m gonna do.
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| Wishing everything will go back to normal,
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| Did any of us have a choice? |
| Or where they forced to.
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| And I ain’t trying to see a courtroom,
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| But love takes thought,
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| Even a scorcher walks through the damn system.
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| Another victim of chance? |
| Or a chanced victim?
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| I should be pissing my pants,
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| Instead I’m sitting here philosophizing.
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| It’s not surprising, got up, talked to Angin
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| Then I heard a lot o Cyrus,
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| That sound more like a clock radio,
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| Now I’m really hoping it is,
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| This ain’t no way to go,
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| Hope I ain’t off to see the wiz,
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| Rotate and go fuck with them, |
| Clicking my stilts,
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| With no place like home. |