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

One]
Jise was a scapegoat with staggered tear
Snipe life on the street poles
with jailstripes born spic with temples of
Strolling turnpikes troopers will take your
Jise a week ago, stealing some rice
It's trife without a wife and kids
He landed on skid facing a bid
with blood on his bib, his wiz
He did the pride away,
slid to hustle
He grabbed dreams mits, losing a steady grip
Without the you're in shit
Within the pits of hell, spit fits
of hunger his own wig
Lava leaking from top lid, shades of grey
his atmosphere, to rid 'em of the
lived
He broke grid, biz the greenback sense
Making a mends, pocket cents
He smoke sin, robbing ladies and
He rather kick it on with sauna
sources of
of the jungles of N.Y.
he never it
Faded by the crossfires of
He lost his image, LSD marking the
He'll never finish, it down in the village
with of tray size
Selling to vintage niggas cashroll
the whole prize
He sizing up the shorty splash expertise
Within his there's no ease, don't ask why
She's cuty tease, cheese hag on genital
sore case, all types of insecurities
Get your and get these the D's
and mom dukes the where abouts of young man
Who ran it styles
with of rocking summerjam (damn)
It's kinda sad that we blew out concept (damn)
It's sad that we blew out this concept!

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

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