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This ain't no middleclass, talkin' some ghettotrashbut the whole ghettofash(ion) seems to spread quickfastnowadays you can't tell who's a hoodlumnowadays you can't tell who's a hoodlumnowadays you can't tell who's a hoodlum, 'coseveryone tries be packin' to suspense tolike robert ludlumand every cupid proclaims that he shoots itand front with a stunt to move - troop itall portray, quick to saythat they're hard all the waybut he play seems to fadewhen they have price to paywell I know so brother who buck you down for nothin'listen up stupid, 'cos I tell a little something
Some chitchat, some pull a gat for thatsome chitchat, some pull a gat for that
One day I had to witness this sort of heavy riffit seemed like a triphow they moved that quickthis pitiful vic never knew what hittemglock on the templemake the dome just drip some bloodsure he was a young blood, physical prime and fitand the whole neighbourhood shook heads negativebut he had it comin', ending stifflater on I figured out motormouthtalkin' loud, now stonecold on the groundturnin' blue, these bodies dobut not because of shametalkin' untamed 'bout some namemake your family mourn your nameso some don't start lookin'when some words are spoken
Once again, I ain't the one who pulls all the stuntslow pro, this I knowcalmer than one on the bluntnever do what I'm toldand my head I holdthen again I'm prepared for the man who acts boldand my folks they know I love the glockbut I ain't packin' for luck'cos then I'm stuckthe way you live is the way you diesome food for thought, for ego bigheads who fly too highand the brothers at the gymwell they know gat on the lap, selfesteem growsbut I keep it as a secret, don't really live by the triggerjust figure when you chat about thatlife ends much quicker
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