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[Intro Skit]<br>Someday I´m gonna be walkin down the streets,<br>mindin my own business.. and BAM!!<br>I´m gon´ be shot by some pig who´s gonna SWEAR<br>that it was a mistake.<br>I accept that as a part of my destiny!<br><br>[*Si es mi destino morir en la calle como un perro! Hahaha*]<br><br>[Raekwon the Chef]<br>Whattup kid? That´s right..<br>Yo.. aiyyo.. aiyyo..<br><br>[Chorus: Raekwon]<br>Aiyyo let my niggas live<br>We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo<br>Let my niggas live<br>We real niggas that´s God-body, challenge anything, make major moves<br>Let my niggas live<br>We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules<br>Let my niggas live; aiyyo let my niggas live<br>Handle your bid and kill no kids<br><br>[Raekwon the Chef]<br>Millionaire feat, whole family eat; yo, y´all niggas is weak<br>Got a bird beak, chirp chirp speak<br>Kids that´s rich that´ll, run in your bitch and by the third week<br>Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak<br>That´s that fire move like Schwinns yo<br>Invisible pens that write light, leave blends<br>Hit with the JF Kennedy shot<br>Smash with the Acapulco rifle got got<br>Bolt off, but got clocked<br>Legendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up<br>Design your alphabet, reps get graded<br>We in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm´s length<br>Home of Allah´s ten big rooms<br>So what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves<br>Exotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds<br>Call him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that´s right y´all<br>Gucci jumper X-5, gettin more head<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Nas]<br>I scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, "Why me?"<br>Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y´all try me<br>I´m God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey<br>Rastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie<br>Police´ll try to break us, but the streets raised us<br>It takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours<br>I hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands<br>Snots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile<br>There´s no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin<br>Rocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit<br>Drop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine<br>It drove lots of men to die with no name<br>I been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous<br>Pretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus<br>I´m the animal that Hugh Heffner created<br>The only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nigga<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Inspectah Deck]<br>Roughneck reppin the set, bang ´em twice in the neck<br>C.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec<br>Block vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs<br>You´re no threat, gun talk, the language of the project<br>Checkin shorty with the ? Tail stance, leapord pants<br>Yellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance<br>Plus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major<br>Drugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor<br>Semi-autos roar in the building hall<br>Symptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall<br>Call it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine<br>In the daytime, the Jakes´ll hit ya forty-one times<br>So I live by the sword and obey hood laws<br>Make my team click like high heels on wood floors<br><br>[Chorus]
New song lyrics
[Intro Skit]<br>Someday I´m gonna be walkin down the streets,<br>mindin my own business.. and BAM!!<br>I´m gon´ be shot by some pig who´s gonna SWEAR<br>that it was a mistake.<br>I accept that as a part of my destiny!<br><br>[*Si es mi destino morir en la calle como un perro! Hahaha*]<br><br>[Raekwon the Chef]<br>Whattup kid? That´s right..<br>Yo.. aiyyo.. aiyyo..<br><br>[Chorus: Raekwon]<br>Aiyyo let my niggas live<br>We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo<br>Let my niggas live<br>We real niggas that´s God-body, challenge anything, make major moves<br>Let my niggas live<br>We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules<br>Let my niggas live; aiyyo let my niggas live<br>Handle your bid and kill no kids<br><br>[Raekwon the Chef]<br>Millionaire feat, whole family eat; yo, y´all niggas is weak<br>Got a bird beak, chirp chirp speak<br>Kids that´s rich that´ll, run in your bitch and by the third week<br>Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak<br>That´s that fire move like Schwinns yo<br>Invisible pens that write light, leave blends<br>Hit with the JF Kennedy shot<br>Smash with the Acapulco rifle got got<br>Bolt off, but got clocked<br>Legendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up<br>Design your alphabet, reps get graded<br>We in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm´s length<br>Home of Allah´s ten big rooms<br>So what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves<br>Exotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds<br>Call him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that´s right y´all<br>Gucci jumper X-5, gettin more head<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Nas]<br>I scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, "Why me?"<br>Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y´all try me<br>I´m God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey<br>Rastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie<br>Police´ll try to break us, but the streets raised us<br>It takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours<br>I hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands<br>Snots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile<br>There´s no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin<br>Rocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit<br>Drop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine<br>It drove lots of men to die with no name<br>I been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous<br>Pretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus<br>I´m the animal that Hugh Heffner created<br>The only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nigga<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Inspectah Deck]<br>Roughneck reppin the set, bang ´em twice in the neck<br>C.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec<br>Block vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs<br>You´re no threat, gun talk, the language of the project<br>Checkin shorty with the ? Tail stance, leapord pants<br>Yellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance<br>Plus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major<br>Drugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor<br>Semi-autos roar in the building hall<br>Symptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall<br>Call it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine<br>In the daytime, the Jakes´ll hit ya forty-one times<br>So I live by the sword and obey hood laws<br>Make my team click like high heels on wood floors<br><br>[Chorus]
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