| Another shakedown, the corners crawling with cops
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| Take your money and your work like its some insider (?)
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| There ain’t no stake now, lost your fork and your plate
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| I had the bank roll slow but they confiscated
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| The minor setback, and I’ll be back in a week
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| This money don’t come easy, even harder to keep
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| You got to calculate, and come up with a plan
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| My man with front my what I need, I get him back when I can
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| Ba-ba-but-bah-ba
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| You know these bar where built way before my time
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| Those artist with iron bars street with lines (?)
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| Got different neighborhoods, and different rules to abide by
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| Stay on the sidelines, if you want to slide by
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| Untouched, by all the dirt and grime
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| Sooner or later you’ll be knee deep, open your eyes
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| And wade through, just like a US troop
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| I’m dodging bullets like a matador cape to the bull
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| Another setback, I’m back up grip the street
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| I’ve got some money in my sock, and I need some relief
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| Cop a ten sack, but that ain’t gett’n me far
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| I put the hammer to the nail, and the nail to my arm
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| And know I’z way slow, blow the Chinese breeze
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| That hit me like a ton of brick had me down on my knees
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| And that’s the last time, I trade a dime for a dime
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| Skipping stones, flipp’n coins, out their grinding my time |