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[Inspectah Deck]
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Check out the avenue New York New York the Rotten Apple
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We grapple in the streets to stack loot and slip the shackles
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I'm currently servin twenty nine to life
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Duckin the searchlight no sleep for like the third night
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The big life is trife got the young kids hyped
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Cops shoot on sight heat pipe be blowin through the night
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The land where you ain't fam there's no pity
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Similar to Chocolate City, ten times gritty
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Hittin hard, liquor's God, niggaz plottin on the come off
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and come off, quicker than the clothes on the stripper
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and slide like she doin up and down the railing
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Bitch tailing in the Range with Golden Arms smooth sailin
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The clock's tickin, somebody's on the block snitchin
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The plot thickens, phones are tapped, cops listen
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Too hot for prison, plus too cold to hold my girl
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cause I married this life and she's my whole world
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Chorus: {unknown singer}
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It's just a sign of the times
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Calmly listen - to these lines..
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I'm goin out of my mind
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Livin - the street life..
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[Inspectah Deck]
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Aiyyo, aiyyo
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Make me wanna holla way they do my life
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My life, is like a carousel one endless night
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Where most die for pies, some holdin their chrome
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A large percent die for causes not even their own
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When the Inspectah Deck be long dead and gone
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long live the I-N-S song they workin on
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Til then, I hold a section, I stand alone no co-defendant
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Showin the weapon, this saga had no story endin
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It's ghetto heaven, and at the same time hell - shots propel
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The one that missed me got Chanel
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In the future ruled by computer, I self tutor
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The music is the simulator, facin the user
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I do it for those who walk the same road
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And no regrets do I hold for the path I chose
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No sleep since the intro, patrol the windows
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I reminisce, with the chalice and my eyes half closed
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If I could do it again, I'd probably do it the same
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Thought I was through with the game, I'm goin through it again
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The hood life, I'm in it to the limit
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Couldn't quit it for a digit, die for it cause I live it
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Chorus
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[Inspectah Deck]
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Yo, been around the world but just can't seem to leave
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the state of mind that causes tangled web I weave
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Made my home in the heart of it
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Move like Seagal, "Hard Target"
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Most want no part of it, it's logic
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Cutthroat party in the Shark Pit
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Cold blooded souls carry bulldogs and oxes, knowledge this
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Maintain and remain sane
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In the cold world where the rules ain't changed
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Still Rebel to society, government be eyein me
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They probably watchin me right now as I'm speakin
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But all I'm guilty of is teachin you the truth
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They got proof, so you know I'll be home before the weekend
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The hood life, I'm in it to the limit
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In it from the scrimmage, livin it, lovin every minute
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and every hour, til the powers that be
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eventually stress me to the death
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"Y'all know the science right?"
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"Death with the intellect"
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"aight.. aight.."
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"Represent, I make it hot"
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"13th.. chamber.. specialist.. from the Bricks"
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Chorus
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{unknown singer}
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Street life.. so trife..
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Street life.. for life..
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Feels like.. feels like..
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my paradiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiise..
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"Yeah y'all.. uh-huh.." (7X to fade)
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Trouble Man
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Inspectah Deck |