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Threw flacks in the crack game, getchu if I can getchu I'm a hard knock kiddo, always played the middle I was spittin flames since niggaz was pitchin change Introducin, Beanie Sigel, tell me how you livin?Īiyyo, I've been kickin murder - since Adidas with thick stringsįour finger rings, black belts with brass names With Angie Mar' BLOWIN MOTHERFUCKERS OUT OF THEY SHOES, WHAT?Ĭomin live from the streets where some died tryin to eat On the fiend like I'm missin my shit, they think I'm crazyīird on your baby, fuck you I'm keepin it gravy You can catch me hittin the spliff, sick in the pit I'm talkin six digits, niggaz bet the house or the car Or you can catch me up top shootin dice for a yard On the block makin money where they murder a lot
You can catch me down bottom with a bird and a glock Or I walk with a three, come and talk to 'em P That's why I can't even run 'less I run with a four
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You know the code of the streets, never run to the law Soon as somethin happen niggaz wanna run to the law With the work across the street and the gun in the stall You know we still in the hood dog, in front of the store Introducing, Jadakiss and Styles P, where you at? Let's get it on it's Angie Mar' reportin live from the streets Angie Martinez F/ Beanie Sigel, Brett, Kool G.