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I come from the wildest blocks We nickname cops Instead of shops on high blocks Stolen whips and chop-chops Barbershops sell music, hard shit for the listener Father's are ex-prisoners Parole officers visit ya Collect calls from inmates 74 to upstate Shoot dice and calculate weight Records inside of milk crates Spin off on twelve hundreds Huddle and hold bundles Escape the rainy days and find your face in a puddle Where some of the hungriest wolves write and lay vocals In the basement apartment, adjacent from where they spark shit On the corners where the narc's hit New York throw the grime shit (?) Where the Po's spit they whole clip Til they pop and drop shit And every other block got a Double Chinese and Wing Lee's All the yellow ornament reeds, D.I.'s, Groceries (?) Cocaine distribution, movin' from here to Houston Got bitches, still boost on Babies are raisin' children Hustle in front the buildin' SongtexteCrush, twist, roll Folk loc, hold down the block 'til we old Keep the whole ship sold Flip, ship out O's Enforce shit that's sold Boss of zip codes Streets got signs, nines speak morse code Streets got colts, ho's and candy for that nose Blanco, loco, smoke stog's, don't joke Ten shots I throw, shoot out the street poles Draw the crowds with a casino Quattro, cinquo, six, c-lo D-E-S-E-R-T Eagle Flow is so evil, more birds than Project Pat Peep stats, launder money, laundromats So who can fuck with it, see me, Dre-D Coalition, Catacomb, 2OG Incarcerate shit, spit gold, bone dimes New York state of mind Who the fuck want mine? Aus Songtexte Mania