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This one is for my people in the street and six feet baby... watch yourself kid, the jakes be deep and on the creep now... what the deal, this ones for my duns thats upstate doin' bids... stay reppin' Queens with infra-red beams...
[Verse 1] I only rock with fam'n plot plannin' niggas that cock cannons roll with the ox jammin' niggas doin' whole bids in the box standin' 8 niggas thats quick to hop in the van'n cock glocks and put the drops on the whole block gamblin' turn it to knots landin' gun shots got 'em scramblin' leavin' 4 cops to examine the streets are frigid so I speak it vivid sleep it, love it, and live it if you want one of these slugs I'm'a give it and pop you 'till you drop liquid your days are numbered and I'm droppin' the digits bodies get sent to the chop shop like civics all for poppin' up on the wrong blocks to visit the wrong spot to risk it nothin' but hollow tops in the biscuits get helicopter lifted out your hot lizards keep it far from the child shit .40 cal. spit runnin' with wild cliques dead you and beat the murder trial shit 12 valve whips the strip is scorchin' flooded with drug enforcement lawmen strippin' your fortune shorties are like the statue of liberty, they stay liftin' the torch'n orphans that spit the fifth often mad chicks get abortions weak ones lay stiff in a coffin federal stakeouts, spots get raided shots get traded come in a lock everything rock related keepin' the cell blocks overly populated incarcerated scarfaces inoxicated bodies get operated some get chopped and faded leave 'em bleedin' in need for medical aid for dough metal gets rasied when shit gets hot it's hard to settle the blaze the ghetto we praise.
Chorus - The life you hold is just like the dice you roll be careful kid, these streets is ice cold the thirsty worms out workin' the night patrol for the price of gold as the story of our life gets told.
[Verse 2] How many make it out, it's one in a Million scared to death 'cause one of your children just might be the next one to get stretched in front on the building dumbin' out, pullin' guns out, runnin' wit' villians livin' in pain, kid in a street gang trapped in these blocks where the heat flames where niggas reach for they thang speak slang, chop your grill until the meat hang bustin' they gat, runnin' their deep games look out for the cheap dames that set you up invite you to the crib to wet you up lift your necklace up quick to lift and mess you up Smith and Wess' you up never press your luck be prepared to bust how many you dare to trust? keep your friends close and enemies closer I pour double shots of Remi to toast ya friendly ghost until they send me over send some Guinea's to roast ya if they can't approach ya send me the semi-toasters give 'em the Kennedy dose and send three in ya boulder life is about bendin' them slimmy's over plenty Bentley's and Rovers half naked Women for Limo chauffers crib with the Fendi sofa's black Costa Nostras crack Jehovas stackin' like Sosa Taylor made suits with Gucci penny loafers MAC Tens in holsters for rats and vultures havin' DT's package and coach us these raps are vulgar blow the backs of cobras roll with the gat exploders, gun slingers corners and slum hangers the brick a ton bringers keep one in the chamber
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