OST "Derailed"
 [bad word] Ruh] [bad word] Rah, hundred bars
It's a warning, for [bad word] on
I'm in this right now... it doesn't matter
What neighborhood...
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Johnny [bad word]  Johnny got his gun
Just like everyone, in the name of God
Ahhhhh, and Johnny [bad word] ..
 [bad word] Rah]
When I pop the [bad word]  that means that I'm ready to dump
With some AK hollows that'll cherish you chumps
You better give up, floating in the Hudson River
I got a real itchy finger and it loves the trigger
Don't get it twisted, this is no motion picture
Make your dreams go away with your hopes and wishes
I rose the gold, paper in the triple digits
And I stand real tall, y'all think small as midgets
I warned you [bad word] [bad word] rep the east and west
And got goons on my payroll that'll eat your chest
I breathe respect, I told you this was dangerous
And the well known fact, you can't [bad word] with us
So turn me up...
 [bad word] 
 [bad word] Rah]
Around here, it ain't nothing sweet
And I'mma let you know a couple of things, don't [bad word] with me
Big screen so the [bad word] can see, just luxury
So don't make things u-g-ly
I bust heat for the code of the streets, I'm cold as can be
And pack a mack eleven pound of weed
Breathe deep or get put to sleep, I'm playing for keeps
You suckers yap but what y'all talk is cheap [bad word] [bad word]  get up off of me, I'm just released
So give me room while I [bad word] and squeeze
Splat ya brain like pasta cheese, [bad word]  Queens
The ambulance'll cut you out of your jeans
The doctors returning all of your things, no heart, no pulse
Use your brains, when you're [bad word] with me
The doctors return all of your things
No heart, no pulse, use your brains, when you [bad word] with me, [bad word]  [bad word] 
 [bad word] Rah]
It's a reason why I talk like this, the way I dress
The way I look, stay focused, and I walk like this
I'm from a place where dreams don't exist
Everyday a new crime, a new body scratched off the list
This ain't love, this the way life is, it ain't the kids
It's the guns and the [bad word] that make life like this
The state we living is so priceless
I can't go to the park and play ball, because my moms is sick
I got a hit to lick, I'm tired of this [bad word] Same clothes, no food, it ain't fair, I thought my pop dukes cared
At twelve, I was considered a man
I gotta do anything to make a meal, I gotta think of a plan
It's like my feet would just sink in the sand
I'm on the streets everyday, try'nna make it, asking God for a chance
But on a mission, I gotta walk like a man
I was born by myself, so I guess I gotta go like I came, Johnny
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