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Rappers, I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin' Musician, [bad word] of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin' cocaine Holding an M16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now Bullet holes left in my peepholes I'm suited up in street clothes, hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay I keep some E&J, sitting bent up in the stairway Or either on the corner betting Grants with the cee-lo champs Laughing at baseheads tryna sell some broken amps G-packs get off quick, forever niggas talk [bad word] Reminiscing about the last time the Task Force flipped Niggas [bad word] through the block shootin' Time to start the revolution, catch a body, head for Houston Once they caught us off-guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin Pick the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit Lead was hittin' niggas, one ran – I made him backflip Heard a few chicks scream, my arm shook, couldn't look Gave another squeeze, heard it click, "Yo, my [bad word] is stuck" Try to [bad word] it, it wouldn't shoot, now I'm in danger Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber So now I'm jetting to the building lobby And it was full of children probably couldn't see as high as I be (So what you sayin'?) It's like the game ain't the same Got younger niggas pulling the triggers bringing fame to their name And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners In broad daylight, stickup kids – [bad word] up on us 45's and gauges, Macs, in fact Same niggas will catch a back-to-back, snatching your cracks in black There was a snitch on the block getting niggas knocked So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop I know this crackhead who said she's got to smoke nice rock And if it's good, she'll bring you customers in measuring pots But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation, inside information Keeps large niggas erasin' and their wives basin' It drops deep as it does in my breath I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind