| We interrupt this program
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| Of the beautiful world of Ashanti Chapter 2
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| To bring you to the streets
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| According to Black Child
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| Yo, yo, yo
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| Let’s getit together
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| United ghettos of America
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| Gangsta’s across the world
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| And them sick n****z are scared of us
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| We’re blacks in the area
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| There’s more than six hundred
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| Quarter to eights, with pretty women getting
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| It’s a few fourths and fifths
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| Cos it’s ??? |
| in numbers
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| It’s a hundred and eighty seven degrees this summer
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| We the meanin' of leanin'
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| Spittin' hot sixteens
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| Pushin' the rock on top
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| You can’t stop my cream
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| It starts in the hard I’m in the heart of Queens holla
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| Murder Inc. doing their thing regardless
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| One, two and gangsta’s anthem
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| A ball city hustler, young black and handsome
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| Black Child always keep his hands on his
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| Millions on my mind, with grands for my grandson
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| Understandin' he always keep the canon
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| You can ??? |
| and get help from ???
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| Murder, yeah, y’all know it y’all
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| It’s murda yeah, the street knowin y’all
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| It’s murda, uh huh, the world knows it y’all
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| It’s murda, uh huh, it’s murda yeah
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| Word to God, it’s murda for life, you heard
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| It’s Black Child, soldiers story comin' right after this
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| No, I.G. |
| let’s proceed to break 'em off
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| With some of thar princess gangsta-ness
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| Huh, murda |