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Verse 1
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Yeah, yeah, and yo, Black, it's time.
Word, it's time, man.
It's time, man.
All right, man. Begin.
Yeah, straight out the fuckin'
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dungeons of rap,
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where fake niggas
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don't make it back.
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I don't know how to start this.
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Rappers are monkey flippin'
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with the funky rhythm, I be kickin'.
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Musician, inflicted composition,
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a pain I'm like Scarface,
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sniffing cocaine, holding an M16
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See with the pen, I'm extreme, now,
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bullet holes left in my peepholes
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I'm suited up with street clothes,
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hammy and nine -and -out defeat foes
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Y 'all know my steelo,
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with or without the airplane
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I keep some E &J,
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sitting bent up in the stairway
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Or either on the corner
betting grants with the
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CeeLo champs
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Laughing at bassheads,
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trying to sell some broken amps
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G -Pass get off quick,
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forever niggas talk shit
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Reminiscin' about the last time
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the task force flipped
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Niggas be runnin' through the
block shootin'
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Time to start the revolution,
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catch a body hand for Houston
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Once they caught us off guard,
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the Mac -10 was in the grassin'
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I ran like a cheetah with points,
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I'm an assassin
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Picked the Mac up, told brothers back up
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The Mac spit, Lev was hittin' niggas,
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one ran, I made a backflip
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Heard a few chicks scream,
my arms shook
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Couldn't look, gave another squeeze,
heard it click
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Yo, my shit is stuck, tried to cock it
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It wouldn't shoot, now I'm in danger
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Finally pulled it back
and saw three bullets
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caught up in the chamber
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So now I'm jettin' to the building lobby
And it was full of children,
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probably couldn't see as high as I be
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It's like the game ain't the same
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Younger niggas pullin'
the triggers,
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bringin' fame to they name
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And claim some corners,
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crews without guns upon us
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And broad daylight, stick up kids,
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they run up on us
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Four fives and gauges, max effects
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Same niggas that catch
you back to back
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Statchin' your backs in black
You was a snitch on the block,
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gettin' niggas knocked
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So hold your stats till the coke price drop
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I know this crack head
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who said she gotta smoke nice rock
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And if it's good she'll bring
you customers
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and measuring pots
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But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation
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Inside information keeps
large niggas erasin'
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And they wild spacin'
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It drops deep as it does in my breath
I never sleep,
cause sleep is the cousin of death
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Beyond the walls of intelligence
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Life is defined, I think I'm primed
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When I'm in a New York state of mind
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We havin' dreams that I'm a gangster,
drinkin' Moet's, holdin' texts
Makin' sure the cash came correct,
then I step
Investments in stock,
sewin' up the blocks to sell rocks
Winnin' gunfights with megacops,
but just a nigga
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Walkin' with his finger on the trigger
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Make enough figures
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until my pockets get bigger
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I ain't the type of brother
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made for you to start testin'
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Give me a Smith & Wesson,
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I'll have niggas undressin'
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Thinkin' of cash flow,
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pooter, and shelter
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Whenever frustrated,
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I'm a hijacked Delta
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And the PJs, my blend tape plays,
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bullets and strays
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Young bitches is braids,
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each block is like a maze
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Full of black rats trapped,
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plus the island is back
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From what I hear in all the stories
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when my peoples come back
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Black, I'm livin' where the
nights is jet black
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The fiends fight to get crack, I just met
A dream I could sit back
and laugh like Capone
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With drug strips on, all the legal luxury
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Life rings flooded with stones,
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homes I got so many rhymes
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I don't think I'm too sane
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Life is parallel to hell, but I must maintain
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It be prosperous,
though we live dangerous
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Cops could just ar rest me, blaming us
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We're held like hostages
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It's only right that I was born
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and used mites
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And the stuff that I write
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is even tougher than dice
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I'm taking rappers to a new plateau
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Through rap slow, my rhymin' is a vitamin
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Hell without a capsule
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The smooth criminal on beat breaks
Never put me in your box
if your shit eats tapes
The city never sleeps,
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full of villains and creeps
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That's where I learned to do my hustle,
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had to scuffle with freaks
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I'm an addict for sneakers,
twenties of Buddha
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and bitches with beepers
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In the streets I could greet ya,
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about blunts I teach ya
And held deep,
like the words in my breath
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I never sleep,
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cause sleep is the cousin of death
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I lay puzzled as I backtrack
to earlier times
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Nothing's equivalent to
the New York State
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Stay the mind
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Reglass, you messed with Reglass
Reglass, you messed with
Reglass
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