Broken glass in the hallway,
Neighbors, look at every bag
you bring through your doors
momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator
Why not? It might've saved
N.Y. cops, hookers crawlin' off the stroll,
stinkin' and I dread thinkin' they be snitchin'
But who else, could it be,
shook at these, unmarked vans
NARC's, where's your heart?
Hustlers starve, they bust a U- ey, I jog
come out later wearin' camouflage
See the sergeant and the captain,
'til they move no more and just stare
With dead eyes, tired of riots,
Simple- minded fools infiltrate
Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids,
Father's on drugs, moms is smokin',
Had eight partners growin' up,
Seven turned to six niggas,
now it's five rollin' thick
The sixth one's parole flipped,
five niggas, went to four quick
When he went O.T., college life,
converted into gangbangin'
Four niggas still hangin',
years passin' and slang changin'
We all thought he was real,
Fake shit, beat his ass down
Yo, his mouth could've got us all wasted,
All I got left in the end is
to the death for these ends, what?
You read about it, it's in your papers
New York chronicles, every day
The crime rate, the murder rate
The money rate, the pa per chase,
New York state of mind baby,
I'm at the, gamblin' spot,
New York Yankee cap cover my eyes,
send him home to a shoebox
You lost that nigga I put
your dollar in the jukebox
all these niggas sing along
All the cigarette smoke's cloggin' my lungs,
hoodrats flashin' they tongue
Young thugs blastin' they gun,
Shit is sick, niggas got gats,
niggas'll run up in here and shoot up this shit
niggas'll find the loot in your kicks
Bunch of triple- cross niggas,
Lift you off your feet when they
was just talkin' with you
Some of these dudes the feds be on 'em,
Be the type when you walk in a pub,
niggas is up North with tatted tears
Your name's on the affidavit,
be scared to do they bids
Fuck you, we run you out of N.Y,
that relocated down South
then you got the jealous loudmouths
All of a sudden we got Crips and Bloods,
Runnin' 'round quick to split your mug,
But it's hard to get the shit off
Niggas fightin' over hundred sales,
jump in the car and drive off
When the fiend come around the block,
mad 'cause they ain't get a piece of that sale
Cutthroat connivers, universal,
Go to any hood that's live
A lot of niggas schemin', some real,
so watch me come up with somethin'
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