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

One]
Jise was a with staggered tear hype
life work on the street poles
with jailstripes born with temples of dynamite
turnpikes troopers will take your life
Jise died a ago, stealing some rice
It's trife without a wife and kids
He landed on skid road a bid
with blood on his bib, his wiz
He should've did the away,
to hustle legit
He grabbed dreams with mits, losing a grip
the wits you're in shit
Within the pits of sleaze hell, spit
of split his own wig
Lava leaking from top lid, of grey coat
his atmosphere, to rid 'em of the
moves
He broke grid, biz the greenback sense
Making a mends, with pocket
He smoke sin, robbing and gents
He rather it on corners with sauna
of hatred
Patriot of the of N.Y.
he made it
Faded by the crossfires of
He his image, LSD marking the scrimmage
He'll never finish, it down in the village
with saks of size
Selling to vintage niggas cashroll
missing the prize
He up the shorty with splash expertise
Within his eyes no ease, don't ask why
cuty tease, cheese hag sittin on genital
sore case, with all types of
Get your knees and get the D's
and mom dukes the where abouts of young man
Who ran it styles
with dreams of rocking (damn)
It's sad that we blew out this concept (damn)
It's kinda sad that we blew out concept!

[Chorus
Street life equals hard times
crimes divided by death
Prison multiplied by life
Swallowed by the Earth before you could taste it

[DJ One cuts]
"I've seen the hood brothers"
"killed too of us"
"killed too of us"