| Up and down the streets of 12th all I saw was the livin' lawless
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| Nothing was flawless
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| The kid pumpin' raw was slangin' his harvest
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| He’ll be fourteen in August with whiskers like a walrus
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| I observed as a youth and vests is bulletproof
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| From drama on the streets to problems under my roof
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| The city ain’t been the same since the block got scorched from all the riots
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| They say they used to sleep on they porch
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| At least that’s what I heard eavesdroppin' on card games
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| Sneakin' to sip Miller in the era of Thriller
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| You feel the chill of your body how mommy tells you to get down
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| From shots bustin' out the window of a Monte Carlo
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| They found Marlow lyin' dead with his Marlboro half-lit
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| By some half-wit who lost his marbles
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| Or was it retaliations from fiends in the alley
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| Chasin' his first high and now he basin'
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| I’m just givin' you my views, that made me confused
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| Like seein' bums with no shoes who’s beggin to buy booze
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| My cousin abused drugs,
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| Was too young to know greens can take away your blues
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| Or the crack, or the liquor from the lack
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| Of the figures are bein' stacked
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| Niggas black from the back of the trigger
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| They might point it at they self with livin' on 12th
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| Dream of get rich schemin' while demons move stealth
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| Think about what they drove and the way that we’re clothed
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| Have your family ever had to heat your house with the stove?
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| Refrigerator on E, your kitchen full of mouse traps
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| Eating Ramen noodles till someone in your house snaps
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| You would sneak up the block and get your mouth slapped, probably in front of
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| your friends
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| Your momma’s plans undoubtedly was tryna' get you out of harm’s way
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| Where they set off fire alarms with firearm spray
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| On 12th Street |