| We got it good, in the streets
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| I said them guns back
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| We got it good, in the streets
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| I said them guns back
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| I’m from the streets, where your mama told you not to play
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| Guarantee somebody child got shot today
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| Fuck what them coppers say, still up on the block at eight
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| All of my niggas smoke more weed than Dr. Dre
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| Memories fade away, like the rain today
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| The more shit change, the more shit stay the same
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| The beef and Broccoli Tims, keep stompin your mans
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| The coffins full of flem, the blood’s mixed in
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| Nigga, get with it, the bullits are infinat
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| They leave you imprinted, think you ready to die, cause Big said it
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| You get your shit dented, so don’t mention it
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| We got it good, in the streets
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| I said them guns back
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| We got it good, in the streets
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| I said them guns back
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| We got cops, rollers, shot callers
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| Narcs, Volvers, in the streets
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| Got crazy drama, baby mamas
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| Baby fathers, in the streets you got fed
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| Bombs, handguns, when somes
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| In the streets, you got bad cops
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| Crack spots, mad rocks
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| In the streets, you got wellfair
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| Hell care, that was never there
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| And that’s the reason why we do drugs, shoot slugs
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| We got it good, in the streets
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| I said them guns back
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| We got it good, in the streets
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| I said them guns back |