| Baby, watchin', streets
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| You don’t have to look
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| The streets is watchin'
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| Check it, check
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| Check
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| Look, if I shoot you, I’m brainless
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| But if you shoot me, then you’re famous 'what's a nigga to do?'
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| When the, streets is watching, blocks keep clocking
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| Waiting for you to break, make your first mistake
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| Can’t ignore it, that’s the fastest way to get extorted
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| But my time is money, at twenty-five, I can’t afford it
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| Beef is sorted like Godiva, chocolates
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| Niggas you bought it, I pull the slide back and cock it
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| Plan aborted, you and your mans get a pass
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| This rhyme, you’re operating on fuck time
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| You all niggas ain’t worth my shells, all you all niggas
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| Tryin' to do is hurt my sales, and stop trips to John McNale
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| The type to start a beef then, run to the cops
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| When I see you in the street got, one in the drop
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| Would I rather be on tour getting a, hundred a pop
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| Taking pictures with some bitches, in front of the drop
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| The streets is watchin'
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| When the, streets is watchin'
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| Blocks keep clocking
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| Waiting for you to break, make your first mistake
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| Can’t ignore it
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| Now it’s hard |