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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 staggered tear
Snipe life on the street poles
with jailstripes born spic with temples of
Strolling turnpikes troopers will your life
Jise died a ago, stealing some rice
It's kinda trife without a and kids
He on skid road facing a bid
blood on his bib, manslauthered his wiz
He should've did the away,
to hustle legit
He grabbed with mits, losing a steady grip
Without the wits you're in
the pits of sleaze hell, spit fits
of hunger his own wig
Lava from top lid, shades of grey coat
his atmosphere, to rid 'em of the
moves
He broke grid, shifty biz the sense
Making a mends, with cents
He smoke sin, robbing and gents
He rather kick it on corners with
sources of
of the jungles of N.Y.
he made it
by the crossfires of gimmick
He his image, LSD marking the scrimmage
never finish, forget it down in the village
with saks of tray
to vintage niggas with cashroll
missing the whole
He sizing up the shorty with expertise
Within his eyes there's no ease, ask why
She's cuty tease, hag sittin on genital
sore case, with all of insecurities
Get your knees and get the D's
and mom dukes the where abouts of young man
Who ran it contraband
with dreams of rocking (damn)
It's sad that we blew out this concept (damn)
It's kinda sad we blew out this concept!

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

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