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

[Jise
Jise was a scapegoat with tear hype
Snipe work on the street poles
with jailstripes born spic temples of dynamite
Strolling troopers will take your life
Jise a week ago, stealing some rice
It's kinda trife a wife and kids
He landed on road facing a bid
blood on his bib, manslauthered his wiz
He should've did the away,
slid to legit
He grabbed dreams mits, losing a steady grip
Without the wits you're in
Within the pits of sleaze hell, spit
of hunger his own wig
Lava leaking from top lid, shades of grey
his atmosphere, to rid 'em of the
lived
He grid, shifty biz the greenback sense
Making a mends, pocket cents
He sin, robbing ladies and gents
He rather kick it on corners with
sources of
Patriot of the of N.Y.
he never it
Faded by the of gimmick
He lost his image, LSD the scrimmage
He'll finish, forget it down in the village
with saks of tray
Selling to vintage niggas with
the whole prize
He up the shorty with splash expertise
Within his eyes there's no ease, ask why
She's tease, cheese hag sittin on genital
sore case, all types of insecurities
Get your and get these the D's
and mom dukes discuss the abouts of young man
Who ran it contraband
dreams of rocking summerjam (damn)
It's sad that we blew out this concept (damn)
It's kinda sad we blew out this concept!

2x:]
Street life hard times plus
hard crimes 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"