| It’s 7:30, 'bout to be that time
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| And if you miss the word, don’t be afraid to press rewind
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| But if you got to open your eyes to see the truth
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| Then maybe this one ain’t for you
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| It’s 7:30, 'bout to be that time
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| And if you miss the word, don’t be afraid to press rewind
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| But if you got to open your eyes to see the truth
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| Then maybe this one ain’t for you
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| Every night at 7:30
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| Men get dirty, yo I yelled so loud the Heavens heard me
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| The information that I drop’s so hot, it’s newsworthy
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| Cops is askin' me who told me, I said a little birdy
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| Dirty listen, the way the sunset glistens is so pretty
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| Castin' a shadow on the grave of those who die early
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| Tryna get it and they got it, how could it not disturb me
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| Make your eyes pop out your head like you were Mr. Furley
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| It gets crazy
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| Sometimes life’s like a drug
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| Trippin' me out and fuckin' me up
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| Makin' me what I want to be
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| And don’t at the same time
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| Sometimes life’s like a drug
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| Trippin' me out and fuckin' me up
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| Makin' me what I want to be
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| And don’t at the same time
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| Now let me run it down about this kid we call Coolie
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| We called him Coolie cause his hair was curly, unruly
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| Young mothafucka, 14, is Ghanian
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| Parents moved to Flatbush in the 70s, tryna get it
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| On 38th between J and K
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| White Jewish neighborhood so they thought that they was safe
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| Until somethin' happened that we call gentrification
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| That’s when the niggas move in and crackers start escapin'
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| It’s hard as racists slangin' adjacent to the police station
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| When crack came out the junkies thought they were just freebasin'
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| They made the nigga Coolie rich, runnin' with Roger Macon
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| VanDevere, VIP niggas, from with them Haitians
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| One day in the train station
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| Seen the main Haitian nigga waitin' for the 2 at Franklin
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| Knew what he had to do to prove himself, no hesitatin'
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| Had a .38 and caught the 5 express to Atlantic Avenue
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| Waited for the local and blast through like his attitude was gangsta
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| Dropped the gun, tried to make a break for the park
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| Cops hopped out the unmarked car, put the Glock in his face
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| Got locked upstate, it’s the wrong place to be in
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| Thuggin' for the crew and them niggas never came to see him
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| Came out when he was 30, perspective different now
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| Hate to see kids gettin' in the game while he was gettin' out
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| Before he got to his mama’s crib he saw the Haitian with the same .38
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| And thought he murked the nigga, guess he was mistaken
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| Sometimes life’s like a drug
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| Trippin' me out and fuckin' me up
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| Makin' me what I want to be
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| And don’t at the same time
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| Sometimes life’s like a drug
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| Trippin' me out and fuckin' me up
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| Makin' me what I want to be
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| And don’t at the same time
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| The streets talk to the beat that I walk
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| I write rhymes in chalk outlines
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| And toss out lines with bait to catch wind of the word on the block
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| Shit happens so fast, I felt the breeze like a gun blast
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| And a bullet been shot
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| Past my ear, it’s sad to hear the same shit year after year
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| My mama cryin' tear after tear, the hereafter is here and now
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| You waitin' for your Heaven to appear in a cloud
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| So you steady tryna get high while Hell is starin' you down
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| Police starin' you down, silence is deadly but your spirit is loud
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| Your niggas die, you pourin' beer on the ground
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| Standin' around, talkin' that Apocalypse shit the Apostles predict
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| Locked up tomorrow, quick to swallow a dick
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| Hollerin' «Bitch» to the chick who raisin' your seed
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| You don’t acknowledge the kid
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| Think you got knowledge, nigga your knowledge is tricked
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| You’re followin' myths
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| Niggas like to ease the pain with a bottle and a spliff
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| 'Til the truth explode in their chest like a hollow tip, word
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| Sometimes life’s like a drug
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| Trippin' me out and fuckin' me up
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| Makin' me what I want to be
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| And don’t at the same time
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| Sometimes life’s like a drug
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| Trippin' me out and fuckin' me up
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| Makin' me what I want to be
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| And don’t at the same time
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| Sometimes life’s like a drug
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| Trippin' me out and fuckin' me up
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| Makin' me what I want to be
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| And don’t at the same time
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| Sometimes life’s like a drug
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| Trippin' me out and fuckin' me up
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| Makin' me what I want to be
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| And don’t at the same time |