"We have a small disturbance at Lake Street in Chicago, some young men fighting
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Could we get some cars to go and check that out please?"
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A young man stands up against the wall
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Dressed in all blue, tilted hatbrim and all
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He's got his peeps around him, so he's talkin supertall
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About how many women he got or how much he ball
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Second man comes walkin down the street
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This one dressed in all red from his head to the sneaks
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It's the same thing, he's shootin off the mouth to his peeps
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Sees the one in blue, walks over and starts to speak
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"I'm from such and such a gang, I'll knock ya out, woop-de-woop
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?? blue said "I told you, I don't fight, fool, I shoot"
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The one in red said "I'll still bust your mouth like "bloo!"
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Man, you gon' get your wig split out here tryin to act cute"
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Neither one of them likes being threatened
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They talking superbig and so their friends won't see'em sweatin
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Neither one of them wants this to be the day that they're regrettin
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Cause nowadays, you never know who's packing a weapon
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So they talk and talk and talk and, talk and talk and
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They talk and talk and talk and, talk and talk and
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They talk and talk and talk and, talk and talk and
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"This is how the story goes"
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The argument is gettin louder and louder
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A crowd of people notice that so naturally they started to surround'em
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One pulled his fist up, man he really wants to pound him
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He threw the one-two and he tried to ten-count him
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Like "huh, huh"
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You know these kids can't fight
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He missed him with the left and barely nicked him with the right
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But now they notice that they're in the female sight
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So they go and try to knock eachother out
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??? out of breath, cause they ain't about nothin
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Three minutes later, they both huffin and puffin
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Hollerin to they crew like "Yo, you better tell that man somethin"
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Everybody laughin, cause they know they only frontin
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But they fightin, fightin, fightin, fightin, fightin
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They fightin, fightin, fightin, fightin, fightin
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They fightin, fightin, fightin, fightin, fightin
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"This is how the story goes"
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The storeowner comes out with a broomstick and some mace
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Like "Yo, you kids can't fight in front of my place"
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So they pull'em apart, they both red in the face
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Like "I'll get you in another time, another place"
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So they both pick up what little pride they got left
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And go back to the rest, embarrased to death
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This was their big chance to prove they big strength
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Instead they just both made a fool of theyselves
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If you from the neighborhood, then you already know
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I ain't even got to tell you how the story go
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Everybody talkin bout ?? the tension grow
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Y'all go ahead and laugh and I'm a kill ??
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Teenagers today have too many bad habits
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And way too proud to let static be static
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And that combination right there is problematic
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Cause shorty knows a way he can cop an automatic
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So he's schemin, schemin, schemin, schemin, schemin
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He's schemin, schemin, schemin, schemin, schemin
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He's schemin, schemin, schemin, schemin, schemin
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"This is how the story goes"
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So now shorty and his cousin borrow his aunt's car
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With the gat in the lap they try to find where they are
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They know where they they be at, they ain't have to look far
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He scared as hell but he's like "Yo, I'm ready for war"
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They roll up on the scene, roll down the window
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Said a few words, then let the gat blow
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He hit his enemy but his girlfriend also
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And all of a sudden here comes the po po
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They hollered at shorty to throw down the heater
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But he tryin to go out like he's Lil' Ceasar
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They wet his ass up without even takin a breather
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In their mind that's just proper police procedure
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Now everybody's at the funeral scene
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Boo hoo'in about how he was only fifteen
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He should have been at home playin video games
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But he got too wrapped up in the rap and the fame
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So now they finished, finished, finished, finished, finished
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They finished, finished, finished, finished, finished
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They finished, finished, finishe |