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Yo This is going out to all my peeps locked down
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Charlie Rock, LD
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All my peeps who passed away, yeah
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Verse 1:
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I remember when we used to chill on a hill
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When Forest Projects, used to be Godsville
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Brothers was wilin, others was cool
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Some hit the island, some smoked fools
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Me I chose the life of crime since day one
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13 years old, already trying to cop a gun
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I never understood why my pops would beat me
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No matter what I did, yo he'd still mistreat me
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That's why I never listened to a thing he said
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And I wasn't just mad when I used to wish him dead
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Instead, me and Ma Dukes kept tight
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Promised that one day everything would be alright
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14 Years old, cutting mad classes
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Puffing on a bone, breaking car glasses
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Nothing but dreams of cream on my mind
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Shook motherfuckers on the block droppin dime
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Everybody knew Joey Crack represented
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And if I told then I'd take your life
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Hey Yo, I meant it
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That's the way it goes
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When you deal with the real fake jacks
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And get your cap peeled
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CHORUS:
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Hey Joey, let's just get this money
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Brothas just be wilin
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Hey Joey, you can't trust nobody
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Brothas they been triflin
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Verse 2:
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Yeah Momma never said life would be so hard
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sometimes i find myself alone just praying to god
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Hoping that today won't be the last
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I mean, Just the other day this kid I knew got blasted
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(Say Word) Word, it wasn't over no cash.
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It was over some broad who liked to auction off the ass
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He was a cool kid, although we lost him big
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If he was a real nigga, then he wouldn't have got did
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Life's trife, and then you die
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Nobody dies of old age, but in the hands of another guy
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That's why I keeps an alibi
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Juliani wants to see a brother fry
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So I maintain to keep my mind peace focused
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Keep the gat there in case a nigga wanna smoke this
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Times are difficult on the streets of New York
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It's kinda hard trying to hope for and not get caught
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Blue eyes is on my back with intentions of arresting me
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But they won't get the best of me
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Cause riches are my destiny
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CHORUS
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Verse 3:
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No one expected me to blow like this
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What was once hand me downs
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Is now the best of ??atanovich??
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Yukon Jeeps creepin through the streets
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Catching the eye of every big booty cheek freak
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Daten rims so shiny you can see your reflection
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Green plush interior, under the seat
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The heat for protection
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Momma look at me now
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Got a house in Long Isle for my spouse and my child
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D.E.L. condos for first impression hoes
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No more holes in my gibros
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Strictly denim and clothes
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Airwaves blasting my latest single
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All up in the Mecca Club
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Making Lucci while I mingle
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Jingle jewels in the face of past enemies
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Eat your heart out son, you never was a friend to me
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CHORUS
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Big Joe, South Bronx
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Represeeeeeent
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Envy
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Fat Joe |