| Ain’t nothin' stoppin this murder in this Metropolis
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| I represent the poor and profitless corner monopolists
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| The pessimist outnumber the optimist on the block and it’s
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| Coppers that got binoculars cause I can feel them watchin us
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| (Feel em watchin us) If only they knew what we had a pocket of
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| They probably swarm in without a warning pointin Glocks at us
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| Get down… but this is gettin us paid
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| So at a very tender age we learned the tricks of the trade
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| Copping coke to cooking it to chipping it with the blade
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| To baggin and pitchin to gettin rid of it in a raid
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| Most of us would never get to the stage, when its lawyers and bail
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| Hell we’re happy to get sticked in the cage
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| And it’s crazy we be out here for days upon days
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| Makin just enough to get some licks, some kicks, and some haze
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| It’s a damn shame we’re placed in a no win situation
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| The party is in the pen and the blow is the invitation
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| Fishkill, Rikers Island you don’t stop
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| Greenhaven all day you don’t stop
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| Hold it down in Rahway you don’t stop
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| You gotta strive in Elmira you don’t stop
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| Sullivan, Coxsackie you don’t stop
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| All my peoples Auburn you don’t stop
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| And last but not least for the sure shot
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| It’s the abandoned nation
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| Theresa baby daddy got a bad habit of smoking money up
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| She gettin some stripper paper but saving up for a tummy tuck
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| Little man hungry as fuck he only one-years-old
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| But knows he’s unlucky and such
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| As he grows he gets bitter now he acts up in class
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| He curses his teachers out tellin them they can kiss his ass
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| Soon as he didn’t pass his mama whoopin his ass
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| His pops is not around the boy is block bound
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| (Block bound) Not even 12 months later
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| He sucking on 40-ounces and pissing in elevators
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| Idolizin the guys with big rides that’s gettin the quick paper
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| And now he despises the shit-taker
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| He 13 goin on 26 and a half
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| His only dream was to have bricks and a stash
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| Poppin the clutch and hittin the gas, so then he start dabblin
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| In the coke game pitchin for halves
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| Now he sittin in a cell with an unpeculiar bail
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| He happened to make a sale to an unfamiliar male
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| Who was an undercover cop his photo is at the station
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| The party is in the pen and the blow is the invitation
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| Bayview, San Quentin you don’t stop
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| North Branch, Connally you don’t stop
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| Huntsville, Buckingham, and you don’t stop
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| Greenville, James River you don’t stop
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| The party is in the pen and the government is promotin it
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| That’s the reason I don’t be believin in all this votin shit
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| They bring the coke in this bitch, ain’t no poppy seeds
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| In the p’s please, there’s nothing but a whole lot of hopelessness
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| That’s where all the focus is, makin sure the blacks
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| Stay in the back the same place that uh, Scoliosis is
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| How can they lie with such compulsiveness we just sit around
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| Acting like as if this is how we supposed to live
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| Fuck outta here, I can swear in bout a year
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| I’ll have these suckas in explainin why the hell they still got us here
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| Still being treated like shit still gettin beat
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| With nightsticks, still attractin heat in my six
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| That’s why we ride still drink Barcardi and the Gin
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| Cause whitey trying to invite me to the party in the pen
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| A body will get your ass up in VIP
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| And the burner will get you in without showing your ID
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| The coke that’ll get you in especially if you cook it up
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| You RSVP to the party in the P
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| -enitentiary Saigiddy I am the truth
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| I ain’t one of these kids that lie to the youth, I’m living proof
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| Comstock in the house it don’t stop
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| Sing Sing, uh you don’t stop
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| Attica come on you don’t stop
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| And Attica come on you don’t stop
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| Out in Greenhaven you don’t stop
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| And what it do Rahway you don’t stop
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| Out west in Lompoc you don’t stop
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| Is San Quentin in the house and you don’t stop
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| Over in Ironwood you don’t stop
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| What about Arrendale you don’t stop
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| North Branch do it up you don’t stop
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| Over in Connelly you don’t stop
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| Saigon the Yardfather you don’t stop
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| Just Blaze on the beat he keeps it hot
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| And last but not least for the sure shot
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| It’s the abandoned nation
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| Comstock’s in the house hands up (hands up)
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| Sing Sing’s in the house hands up (hands up)
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| Attica’s in the house hands up (hands high)
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| Greenhaven’s in the house hands up (to the sky)
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| Rahway’s in the house hands up (put em up)
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| Lompoc’s in the house hands up (keep em up)
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| Elmira’s in the house hands up (hands high)
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| Sullivan’s in the house hands up (put em up, put em up) |