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Well, there’s mad gangs, but only one got controlWherever they roam, from north pole to south poleIce cold with a vice hold on all crimeThey gettin paid even if they shit is small timeAll your dimes’ll get took, yo watch them sling (?) them thingscause they nothin but a gang of crooksThings look like they’ll

[Starr]I’ll keep, holding onI’ll keep, holding on! [Lord Jamar]Young black male, twenty-five years of ageMany-a-lives didn’t survive to this stageCause the rage of another brother got him poppedShot him and he dropped, like a beanbagMean motherfucker with a rag and some jeans that sagThey signify your death by crossin out your tagThen they go and

Yeah, yeah, fo’ your mindHmmmright, let’s see what we can come up withRecord after record, yeaaah, rhyme after rhyme check it [Sadat X]In the studio, on the first tryOn the verse high only birds flyYou get out the pack like that y’allStraight off da head (what?), let niggas know I use to wear the proGet

"Cos no matter who you are, you’re still catchin bullets, god" [Lord Jamar] You like to taste the lead, well get your face fedAfter I’m done, you rather suck on pencilsHere comes the coroner with chalk for the stencils of your bodyAs I walk over the shit and spit outta heartNow brothers talk shit and

Verse One: Lord Jamar 7 in the mornin, they kickin down my momma’s doorNow tell me what is this motherfuckin drama for?Can a nigga get rest after rest without the stress?Then they put the Glock to my chestBest think ‘fore I twitch or I’m poppedoff to the clink with this bitch ass copThey gotta nigga