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[Kool G.
Brothers on the corner sellin
got up by the hotties got the shotties in the trunk
You got the hardrocks wavin glocks at the
Police only harass you when they get a chunk
They got so many corners and they got so many
And I even bump up the block
the, "Yo man, what you got?"
I'm walkin past lookin strange
He's lookin for a hit for
or blow out somebody's brains
the shorties livin naughty lives
Walkin around, even drive around, big forty-fives
I just out the candy store's a front
walk in the candy store
Man G, candy's far from what they
You might see a or a popsicle
But if you to the back, you get dimes, twenties, and nickels
Honey to look like a winner
Now she can't even get took to
cause so many ran up in her
Somebody's is on the tar
night was a homicide from a fight inside the bar
Loudmouth to show her ass, but somebody
broke a whiskey bottle and cut her butt up with the
Money got for his bank
They broke in his house and took
the kitchen sink
Little man murdered on the
He to come off at the liquor store, he's only 17
Granny's damn near 80
A couple of grabbed her pocketbook, and stabbed up the lady
Cover your head, cause a dead zone, in the red zone
Yeah, this is my sweet home
Three card molly, man to fool
Whites will stop at the red lights, to at us like animals
I'm gettin frisked by the
only tryin to get props, for blowin off a black man's top
Up in apartment 3G, this sweetie DiDi wants to see me
but yo I heard she's VD
Just you think the skies are gettin blue
bang -- another brother's split in two
Can't sleep, cause the streets are filled danger
Miss, your daughter's a swinger, you can't change her
She left a stranger, inside a drug dealer's party
Now off to the morgue, to go indentify her
boy is goin on the strip
Robbin niggaz cracks, a mac, without a clip
Somebody a tip, so the next time he flipped
and shorty got ragged, another bodybag is
A baby is born and needs
but instead, the mother smothered him and him in a oven
killin our kids, but they bill us
So more worse, the killer cops or the Cop Killers
Everyday's another
I'm even mad to go to my pad, the hallways always like piss
No heat, pots of hot water
I'm walkin eight flights up, the out of order
Man that is the lowest
I let my door slam and saw a damn eviction notice
I felt breakin all his bones, pssssh
I'm gettin kicked out of my home home
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