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[Intro]
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Heyyo check it
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This goes out for all of the ones that's walkin' around here
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Out in the streets blindfolded
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Not knowin' what's really goin' on
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Nawimsayin?
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These streets is a habitat baby
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Word up
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Pito
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[Verse 1]
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In the garden of snakes, ain't no breaks, no mistakes
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Just games that's played at high stakes, the next guys wake
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Try ta fly strait, not violate if you wanna die late
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The tri-state, crime at a high rate, where peoples dilate
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Gun shots that make the block vibrate, it shook niggas migrate
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Some die by fate, yo niggas cry hate
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A fly facer get they thighs scraped
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And little PUS that's why raped
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A kid inside his gate get murdered by jake
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A young nigga try ta fly capes, and get caught on the FBI tape
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In verse of the State
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Lost the case and gotta fry date
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Ninety ninety eight, day of July eighth
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Some cats get ta stack the hot papes
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Live in the skyscrapes
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Go ta airline, buy flyin' states
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Where they can hibernate and operate
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Impregnate, so ???
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Other niggas will lay the power race, wit tre 8's
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Try to apply weight, and ready ta die staced off and dehydrate
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[Chorus]
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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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You bust a round, I bust a round and lay your shorty down
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On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
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Son how that sound?
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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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You bust a round, I bust a round and lay your shorty down
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On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
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Son how that sound?
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[Verse 2]
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It's like a time bomb you hit Vietnam ta Saigon
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Keep your mind calm, your nine on, me hard ta find harm
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Peep the crime dons rollin' wit ex-cons holdin' they out rons
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And teflons ta be streets flooded wit red ponds
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Like it was red dawn, bodies get found around without the heads on
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Judges set bonds that figures they know niggas is dead on
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What's left of death penalty facilities where niggas step on
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Wit those that blew trough, go get they body filled wit electrons
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The tec drawns, the ones that live foul, they're leavin' wet moms
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Wit lead charms, put her ta bed wit her head drawn
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Killas wit red palms leavin' bodies cool as the dead fawns
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Caught in the dead wrong, found they way, ran into the feds arms
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Yo
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[Chorus]
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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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You bust a round, I bust a round and lay your shorty down
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On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
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Son how that sound?
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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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You bust a round, I bust a round and lay your shorty down
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On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
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Son how that sound?
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[Verse 3]
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For steady cash flows, niggas'll blast you past the Astros
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Blow you like afros, the little fast hoes that last all the fast dough
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They splash foes, red as Tabasco, they lay your asshole where the grass grow
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Runnin' wit armies like they Castro
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Them Donny Brasco's get Johnny Doj around they last holes
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Keepin' em half froze, put in shiny boxes rockin' they last clothes
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The cash close inside your top pocket of stashed roast
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Body got found down on the back roads where all the trash blows
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And broken glass globes, the dip chicks slicker than gastro
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Who bag a slash blow and spot some top of the block hot as a gas stove
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That's Mastro's cats in the Astros
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Who ain't afraid ta let they gats go
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The paper dash bros lovin' the flash though
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And pass mo'
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Stash rolls, count em like math pros
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And crash low soda, 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
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When task rolls they snatch his ass mows, movin' too ass slow
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Cannon Fire
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Kool G. Rap |