| We come from a city where the young dies
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| So why not get to use and push your guns high
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| Bout to lose and that’s the reason why we must try
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| The streets hot from the night to the sunrise
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| And this is what it sounds like
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| Came up from the ground now
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| I woke up on the morning yawnin', mind addicted to money
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| Grab the clip and them hundreds and half a ounce of that scummy
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| Ready to hit the block, tryna to seek em before they tell me
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| If I don’t make it home, tell my mama to pray for me
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| I’m a get it cuz I gotta, raced in it from the bottom
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| Pussy nigga get shot up, so shut up and give me props
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| Niggas they want me dead, and I swear that it ain’t no stoppin
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| I’mma go out and get it, just watch me pop off your socket
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| Play the eighth for you haters, they see me at corner packin
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| We the best that’s the lesson, I take you pussys to college
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| Imagine me, I’m Gutta, to be the best is a habit
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| I swear that til I parish, I keep these pussies in panic
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| We come from a city where the young dies
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| So why not get to use and push your guns high
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| Bout to lose and that’s the reason why we must try
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| The streets hot from the night to the sunrise
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| And this is what it sounds like
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| Came up from the ground now
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| Watch me move through the city, caught up in my religion
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| Only vision to get it, is to take it without a witness
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| Say that they want me dead and it’s fuck em, that’s my decision
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| Fuck em with middle fingers, them punks in the penitentary
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| Walk the block with this energy, give a mug at my enemy
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| Tell em who they supposed to be, hang em up like a poster be
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| Play em like monopoly, til the end of my time I be
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| G.U.T.T.A, Mr. H double-o D, the prodigy
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| Tell em they can follow me, only cabbage and celery
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| Gettin money heavily, smokin up on that privately
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| Ain’t no vegitarians, play with me and you burn with me
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| Better have a pass to hit my streets with the courtesy, NIGGA
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| We come from a city where the young dies
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| So why not get to use and push your guns high
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| Bout to lose and that’s the reason why we must try
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| The streets hot from the night to the sunrise
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| And this is what it sounds like
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| Came up from the ground now
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| Life from the ghetto, we be real-al
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| People only recognize, the real-al
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| Cops hate because we don’t squeal-al
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| But we don’t give a fuck bout how them feel-el
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| See ain’t nobody stoppin way, tell them fast seat back away
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| Love where we come from, know where we come from
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| We don’t care bout what them got to say
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| Let them know that we do not play, takin' over soon as they
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| Let us open the door, so we can shibbi-dibbi do ba deh
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| We come from a city where the young dies
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| So why not get to use and push your guns high
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| Bout to lose and that’s the reason why we must try
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| The streets hot from the night to the sunrise
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| And this is what it sounds like
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| Came up from the ground now
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| We come from a city where the young dies
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| So why not get to use and push your guns high
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| Bout to lose and that’s the reason why we must try
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| The streets hot from the night to the sunrise
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| And this is what it sounds like
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| Came up from the ground now |