Key: A minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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This goes out for all of the ones
that's walkin' around here
Out in the streets blindfolded
Nawimsayin?
These streets is a habitat baby
Verse 2
of snakes,
ain't no breaks, no mistakes
Just games that's played at high stakes,
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the next guys wake
not violate if you wanna die late
The tri- state, crime at a high rate,
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where peoples dilate
it shook niggas migrate
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Some die by fate, yo niggas cry hate
And little PUS that's why raped
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A kid inside his gate get murdered by jake
and get caught on the FBI tape
In verse of the State
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Lost the case and gotta fry date
Ninety ninety eight, day of July eighth
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Live in the skyscrapes
Go ta airline, buy flyin' states
Where they can hibernate and operate
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Impregnate, so ???
Other niggas will lay the power race,
wit tre 8's
Try to apply weight,
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and ready ta die staced off and dehydrate
Verse 3
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[Chorus]
Cannon fire light up the town
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I stand my ground and hold the fort
down wit the forty pound
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I bust a round and lay your shorty down
On enemy territory grounds
ta fall me down
I stand my ground and hold the
fort down wit the forty pound
ta fall me down
Verse 4
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time bomb you hit
Vietnam ta Saigon
Keep your mind calm, your nine on,
holdin' they out rons
And teflons ta be streets
bodies get found around without the heads on
Judges set bonds that figures
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they know niggas is dead on
facilities where niggas step on
Wit those that blew trough,
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go get they body filled wit electrons
they're leavin' wet moms
Wit lead charms,
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put her ta bed wit her head drawn
cool as the dead fawns
Caught in the dead wrong, found they way,
Yo
Verse 5
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[Chorus]
Cannon fire light up the town
I stand my ground and hold the
fort down wit the forty pound
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You bust a round,
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Son how that sound?
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I stand my ground and hold the
fort down wit the forty pound
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I bust a round and lay your shorty down
On enemy territory grounds
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Son how that sound?
Verse 6
niggas'll blast you past the Astros
Blow you like afros, the little fast hoes
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that last all the fast dough
they lay your asshole where
the grass grow
Doj around they last holes
Keepin' em half froze,
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put in shiny boxes rockin' they last clothes
pocket of stashed roast
Body got found down on the back
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And broken glass globes,
the dip chicks slicker than gastro
Who bag a slash blow and spot some top
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of the block hot as a gas stove
Who ain't afraid ta let they gats go
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The paper dash bros lovin'
Stash rolls, count em like math pros
And crash low soda,
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PoPo's don't step all up in they path yo
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Them cats go, that's smack on the back burner,
but keepin' the gas low
When task rolls they snatch his ass mows,
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movin' too ass slow
Outro 1
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