| Yo! |
| Get away from the door
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| Everybody get the fuck back
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| Staten Island, stand up
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| I live a street life, nothin' but hard times and strife
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| I be stuck on the block try’nna make things right
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| Sold crack for a living, now I could write
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| Not just for the paper, for the sacrifice
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| Vibe with me, the cops come ride with me
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| I’m all in the hood, yeah nigga, slide with me
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| If the feds start lookin' for Don, survive with me
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| Experience my ill pain, the broke windows in the rain
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| Crackheads goin' insane
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| Marlo stuck dope in his vein, lift him up
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| Bodies in the back of the hood, stiffen up
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| It get ugly and shit, why it gotta be this?
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| We came a long way, fuck cheaters
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| We don’t wanna bust the Heaterz
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| No speakin' on the phone, we don’t trust receivers (yeah)
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| Park Hill be the real niggas and Don' Divas (it ain’t over, it just begun)
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| Enough of your bullshit, my niggas’ll pull quick
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| Berettas and full quicks, guerillas and convicts
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| Armed and dangerous, bombs and bangers, kid
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| Stormin' the game with it, calm but anxious and
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| I’ll whip yo ass for this, come with the cash or it’s
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| On with the blast and it’s, gonna get hazardous
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| Niggas should know by now, niggas should know my style
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| Shaolin, hold me down, frontin', there goes the pow!
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| Why it gotta be like this
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| Police fightin' us with night sticks, niggas carryin' ice picks
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| Sometimes, niggas we do crimes, I ain’t gotta tell you
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| Niggas throwin' up signs, niggas shipped to Bellview
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| Son, don’t let coke dog smell you
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| Run if you packin' something, do what I tell you
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| Skate, nigga, never let jake nail you
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| I got caught up in the grind but I fell through
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| Now I’m back on the spot, keep my eye on you
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| Make a phone call, kid, or put a spy on you.
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| And this is dedicated to all my niggas in the ghetto
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| Big dimes and C Rule, jugs of Palmetto
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| I’m in too deep and I just can’t let go
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| Catchin' my pain, real niggas that respect dough
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| Enough of your bullshit, my niggas’ll pull quick
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| Berettas and full quicks, guerillas and convicts
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| Armed and dangerous, bombs and bangers, kid
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| Stormin' the game with it, calm but anxious and
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| I’ll whip yo ass for this, come with the cash or it’s
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| On with the blast and it’s, gonna get hazardous
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| Niggas should know by now, niggas should know my style
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| Shaolin, hold me down, frontin', there goes the pow!
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| It’s my world!
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| Fucked up, stick 'em, ugh
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| 2−4, Graveyard Shift
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| The names and the faces have changed
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| But the game, is still the same… |