In the streets of New York
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Dope fiends are leaning for morphine
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The TV screen followed the homicide scenes
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You live here, you're taking a chance
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So look and I take one glance, there's a man inside an ambulance
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Crowds are getting louder, I wonder how the
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People want to go fight for the white powder
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People hanging in spots
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They waited until the blocks got hot
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And got raided by the cops
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I'll explain the man sleeping in the rain
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His whole life remains inside a bottle of Night Train
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Another man got his clothes in a sack
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Cause he spent every dime of his rent playing blackjack
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And there's the poor little sister
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She has a little baby daughter
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Named Sonya and Sonya has pneumonia
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So why's her mother in a club unzipped though?
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Yo that's her job, Sonya's mommy is a bar stripper
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Drug dealers drive around looking hard
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Knowing they're sending their brothers and sisters to the graveyard
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Every day is a main event, some old lady limps
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The pushers and pimps eat shrimps
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It gets tiring, the sight of a gun firing
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They must desire for the sound of a siren
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A bag lady dies in an alleyway
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She's seen the last of her days inside the subways
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More and more down the slope, the kid couldn't cope
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So he stole somebody's dope and a gold rope
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Now my son's on the run, he's a wanted one
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Had fun then was done by a shotgun
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Upstairs I cover my ears and tears
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The man downstairs must have drank too many beers
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Cause every day of his life he beats his wife
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Till one night she decides to pull a butcher knife
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Blind man plays the sax
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A tune called ?he Arms on My Moms Show Railroad Tracks?Many lives are cut short
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That's when you're living
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In the streets of New York
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Baby needs new shoes
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But his papa uses all the money for booze
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A young girl is undressed in the back seat of a Caddy
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Calling some man Daddy
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Three men slain inside an apartment
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All you could see was the sparks when it darkened
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Daylight broke, cops roll on the scene
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The drug war, daily routine
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Gambling spots, just a poor man's jackpot
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You winning a lot, you get shot
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The drug dealing fanatics
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But you don't want no static
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Cause they got crack addicts with automatics
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Shoot-outs for a desire for territory
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A kid got caught in the crossfire
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A tired mother can't take no more
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She grab the bottle full of sleeping pills and took about 24
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Human beings are laying on the pavement
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Cause they're a part of a mental enslavement
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The cop snipers, little babies in dirty diapers
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This type of life is making you hyper
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People scouting a torched-out building
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And got killed when the cold air filled in
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Is hell really suggested?
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No more persons arrested, a child molested
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A little kid says, "Yo
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I got a color TV, CD player and car stereo
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And all I want is a castle
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I also got a .38, don't give me no hassle"
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One kid heads straight for the top
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And gets stopped and popped by a crooked cop
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Look behind you when you walk
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That's how it is in the streets of New York
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Streets of New York
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Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo |