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Verse 1: (Nature)Ayo, Auxillary cops be grillin' me out patrol carswhy's my chain so big with no job?remain so jig with no scars, infinite namesain't it funny how the innocent change?used to be kinda quiet, a whole different way, fake permit in my wallet until the shit expiredlearned to drive at age Twenty-Five, see I used to catch cabssmokin' lye while my girl fuck with mesc tabsdo anything just to laugh I'll cop anything to to haverock it once, put it in a hustlers pathI got signed with no rhymes wrotewrote it quick, throwin' rhymes out for free so ya'll could know my shitknow my zip, 11101pretend thug niggas own one gunbust shots and don't runlate nights the police don't comeand if you still don't know where I'm from...Chorus 10th street (96th and Spellman), 12th street, Vernon (Queensbridge), thepub, the hill (Long island City), the thugs (thugs everywhere) , it'sreal, the love (organized crime)SongtexteVerse 2: (KL)Livin' life on the edge way backnow I get money and stay blacksome find it funny, others hate thatreason why the angers developedput a shell up in the chamber, let the gun smoke from the Nine I totebassheads numbed off coke, a rib got brokepolice slidYo, yo, you see what they did?a lot of money to be made, now they raid the spotniggas engagin' to pop shots aimin' to drop copsthe block's hot, niggas on the roofs of housesthere's a thousand niggas with schemes for gettin' figuresthe Bridge blossoms with gossipchicks who cock suckniggas who hardly wash upand they light as paper weightI guess it's safe to say my hood's got traditionQ.B. Cobolition, while you be tryin' to listenregradless of the district we ballin' on a missionat any given moment I destroy competition.Chorus Verse 3: (Kyron)Fuck, I hate 'em and the Fourtieth will put the chamber to their brainand bang 'emyou violatin' Q.B.? had to lay 'emI'll serve you if you onto thathit 'em up with all of thatSeventeen, applaudin' they gat, I wrote a song to thattwist the erb, dispose of that sack, ain't no more of thatit's 2:30 am black, where ya Daughter at?the truth hurt, now I'm up in shorty boo's skirttake a sip of Jack D and relax G, it attracts meyou want to know who's Donnin' these hoes? just ask methe way the jewels flash makes 'em want to be nastyCuban Link cable, Dom Peri on the tablelook unstable, now I see why Brother Cain killed Abellove thy neighbor, we can live in the Worldthat's your Man Fifty Grand 'till he fucks your Girlnow it's all out war over that WhoreDeja vu got you buggin' 'cause you know you saw this before.Chorus Aus Songtexte Mania