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