This goes out for all of the ones
that's walkin' around here
Out in the streets blindfolded
Not knowin' what's really
These streets is a habitat baby

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Get nowain't no breaks, no mistakes
Just games that's played at high stakes,
not violate if you wanna die late
The tri- state, crime at a high rate,
Gun shots that make the block vibrate,
Some die by fate, yo niggas cry hate
A fly facer get they thighs scraped
And little PUS that's why raped
A kid inside his gate get murdered by jake
A young nigga try ta fly capes,
and get caught on the FBI tape
Lost the case and gotta fry date
Ninety ninety eight, day of July eighth
Some cats get ta stack the hot papes
Go ta airline, buy flyin' states
Where they can hibernate and operate
Other niggas will lay the power race,
and ready ta die staced off and dehydrate
Cannon fire light up the town
I stand my ground and hold the fort
I bust a round and lay your shorty down
On enemy territory grounds
Cannon fire light up the town
I stand my ground and hold the
fort down wit the forty pound
I bust a round and lay your shorty down
On enemy territory grounds
Keep your mind calm, your nine on,
Peep the crime dons rollin' wit ex- cons
And teflons ta be streets
bodies get found around without the heads on
Judges set bonds that figures
they know niggas is dead on
What's left of death penalty
facilities where niggas step on
Wit those that blew trough,
go get they body filled wit electrons
The tec drawns, the ones that live foul,
put her ta bed wit her head drawn
Killas wit red palms leavin' bodies
Caught in the dead wrong, found they way,
Cannon fire light up the town
I stand my ground and hold the
fort down wit the forty pound
I bust a round and lay your shorty down
On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
Cannon fire light up the town
I stand my ground and hold the
fort down wit the forty pound
I bust a round and lay your shorty down
On enemy territory grounds
niggas'll blast you past the Astros
Blow you like afros, the little fast hoes
that last all the fast dough
They splash foes, red as Tabasco,
they lay your asshole where
Runnin' wit armies like they Castro
Them Donny Brasco's get Johnny
Doj around they last holes
put in shiny boxes rockin' they last clothes
The cash close inside your top
Body got found down on the back
roads where all the trash blows
the dip chicks slicker than gastro
Who bag a slash blow and spot some top
of the block hot as a gas stove
That's Mastro's cats in the Astros
Who ain't afraid ta let they gats go
The paper dash bros lovin'
Stash rolls, count em like math pros
PoPo's don't step all up in they path yo
Them cats go, that's smack on the back burner,
When task rolls they snatch his ass mows,