| These streets is flooded with crime and criminal minds
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| Niggas dump on ya’ll, straight take ya shines
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| Catch you coming out the crib, straight raid your spine
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| Stab you on in side, straight take ya nine
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| Niggas’ll kill muthafuckas for a bottle of wine
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| So where you put the heat at, caught on the blind
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| Here today niggas, better have a good time
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| Gone tomorrow, that’s how it is in the grind
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| So beware of the dog, and the thieves at night
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| Niggas’ll cut you up, if the trees ain’t right
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| All of the Gods building, the degrees is tight
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| Cock back my headphones, then I squeeze them right
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| Yo, niggas’ll kill niggas for the cheese and ice
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| And ya ribs start touching for the peas and rice
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| All of my in-the-ghetto niggas want G’s and bikes
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| That’s why I need my cake, and more Cash Rule like Land-O-Lake
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| I ain’t try’nna be the one, just linger a zoo
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| I wanna be out in a cruise, living good as you
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| Up in the Bronx, or whatever, just me and my crew
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| And we lounging real hard, uptown’s is new
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| Got the jeans real baggy and the fitted is blue
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| Traveling across the world, like alakazoo
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| Alakazaam, ya muthafuckas know who I am
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| Throw my darts like I told you I can
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| Yeah baby, big Donna from the group is, Pillage for life
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| Click, and I lounge where the stoupe is
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| Yeah, it’s basic dog, we all in this game to ball
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| I leave my mark in your hood, like I’m writing on walls
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| Come ride my balls and tell yo, bitch to come here
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| I’m hitting 'em where, from the rear, pulling they hair
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| Layin' the pipe, my forty-five game is tight
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| I’m like a weed plant, nigga, I stay in the light
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| On dark grounds, gun percussion hang over tracks
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| I lay low on street corners, while I’m handing out packs
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| Counting the stacks, while the feds, counting the facts
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| Your glitter attracts, like I ain’t that, nigga get clapped
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| Guess whose back, Ratchet, the rap specalist
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| A profession is my conscience’ll, leave you breathless
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| I drop lessons with street knowledge, hold my ground solid
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| Watch me own back, I’m big, black and brolic
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| Hitting hood with the collard green, weed from the Phillipines
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| Cutting competition off with the guillotine
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| What, the cuts in my chain is unbreakable
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| You’re uncapable, I make 'em and take a fall
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| I take 'em all, leave 'em laying naked soft
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| Run up in the wedding halls, shoot the cake and all
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| Make your call, it’s all street justice, dog
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| Even if the innocent, have to be involved
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| We can take it from the streets, to where you lay in the mall
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| I’m layin' the law, while your whore playing the four
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| Nine three eleven, selling those dimes for seven
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| I don’t, aim to please, I aim to squeeze
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| And I’m aiming for the stars, cock sucker, say cheese, chump |