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[DJ One cuts up]
"I know you hate to the drama" x3
"the all we know"
"I know you to hear the drama"
"the all we know"

[Jise
Jise was a scapegoat with staggered tear
life work on the street poles
with jailstripes spic with temples of dynamite
Strolling turnpikes troopers will your life
Jise died a week ago, some rice
It's kinda trife without a wife and
He landed on road facing a bid
with blood on his bib, his wiz
He should've did the away,
slid to hustle
He grabbed dreams with mits, losing a steady
the wits you're in shit
Within the pits of hell, spit fits
of hunger his own wig
Lava leaking from top lid, shades of coat
his atmosphere, to rid 'em of the
moves
He broke grid, shifty biz the sense
a mends, with pocket cents
He smoke sin, robbing ladies and
He rather kick it on with sauna
of hatred
Patriot of the of N.Y.
he never it
Faded by the crossfires of
He lost his image, LSD the scrimmage
He'll never finish, forget it in the village
with saks of tray
Selling to vintage with cashroll
missing the prize
He sizing up the shorty with expertise
Within his eyes no ease, don't ask why
She's cuty tease, cheese hag sittin on
case, with all types of insecurities
Get your knees and get the D's
and mom dukes discuss the abouts of young man
Who ran it contraband
dreams of rocking summerjam (damn)
It's kinda sad that we blew out this (damn)
It's kinda sad that we out this concept!

[Chorus
Street life hard times plus
hard crimes divided by
multiplied by life wasted
Swallowed by the Earth before you even taste it

[DJ Spin One
"I've seen the raised brothers"
"killed too of us"
"killed too of us"