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 [Intro:] Boogie man music! Fresh!
  [Talking] It was so beautiful. It was almost unfair. It's cold but it's true. It was so cold it got warm. Kids out in the schoolyard  playing. It was nice  calm. It was dangerous.
  When the MC's came, live out the name And to perform  Some had to snort cocaine to act insane Before they rocked the don Now on to the mental pains, spark the brains Building to be born big digger is on the track Check em check chicka icka etta Uhh.
  (Strange Times)
  Everybody got their get high (Oh my) Their get right, their get nice, they get by (Oh my) They get open, get ready, get primed The national pastime is victimless crime You want your thrill  I want mine As long we can get it we ain't got to say why I don't mean to pry, you ain't got to lie We ain't got to speak when it's written in the eyes Whenever she was high off the sparkle in her palm She had a young girl's smile  a hustler's charm Dying from the city where the hustler's are born Made, traced, murdered, replaced Life-long residents barely feel safe And the street's offer plenty taste  little faith (Break it down) Little face, soft lips, little waist (Break it more) Tiny hands (Oh god) bad ass (Oh more) Big eyes like birthday surprise Super duper fly, born in 85 Repeat it to yourself: This is a victimless crime Psyche your mind there's a victim every time Your tasty little pill, your freaky little thrill Pray won't leave you still, you wonder how it feel It's real, pussy like some money that you steal. Eww
  When the MC came, fill out the name And to perform  Some had to snort cocaine to act insane Before they rocked the don Now on to the mental pains, spark the brains Building to be born Give the people a new drug.
  Crime  Medicine Dead wrong  live in America Off the block  right in your area Fresh apples  peaches for the president Ha ha Crime  Medicine Dead wrong  live in your area From the street corner, right in your residence Fresh apples  peaches for the president Crime Fresh peaches  apples for the president Crime Fresh chocolates  apples for the president Crime Fresh linens  apples to the president Crime Fresh. 
	
	
	 
	
		
		
	
	
  
	
			
	   	 
      
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