Tonalità: E minor
Intro 1
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Now it's time to
Verse 1
check out the pattern
From here to Manhattan
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And every motherfuckers
on the side gettin' a gat
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And shittin' bullets
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Wastin' lives.
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Standing breaking heads of the youths
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In their groups of fours and fives
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And all the girls pickin' up on
their gun t'ings
'Cause the way they way they figure
Them seem to run things.
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But life is worth nothing, I ain't bluffing
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When you're puffin' on a barrel
You don't talk tough when
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you start coughing
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And nobody's bullet proof
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and that's the truth
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So na bada come me wit dat
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big- dick gun- talk ya spoof
You won't be sittin' up smilin'
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in the Intercontinental
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You'll be layin' out on the slab
with your home up for rental
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Now you best seek parental guidance
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'Cause they shoulda raised you up better
You little bed wetter.
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Now I kicks the slang in
This is how I'm hanging,
With the crew from the south
Of the river come to make you shiver
And shake when Mr Morgan
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cuts a funky drum break
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On the drum kit, this is how we funk it.
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We don't need no dumb shit
'Cause we never come to front it.
Grab your logic like a ball
I'll take it to the hoop and dunk it.
'Cause life is already too cheap, you creep,
I best set your alarm
'Cause it sounds like
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you're still asleep.
Verse 2
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YOUR GUNS AIN'TA WICKED
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YOUR SOUNDS
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IS'A WICKED
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BUT AS FOR THE LIFESTYLE OF DEATH
I'D NEVER PICK IT
YOUR GUNS AIN'TA WICKED
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AND YOUR BULLETS AIN'TA WICKED
Interlude 1
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Now I'm going
Verse 3
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further and further
until I reach my destiny
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It makes no difference if
the brothers keep testing me
See the rule of the gun ain't ruling we.
Many many people I can see
Turn, become a carrier,
strengthen up a barrier
Enforced by the media - whole time
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feedin' ya
Sanitised images of the gun, man.
But no I'll never run, man,
Because it can't be done, understand?
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You're tying to come dumb but slick
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To make cash quick
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'Cause you think it's the new lick
It's just another trick.
Call it abandon, got my hand on
Nothing but the mike
'Cause it's the phat skills that I like.
Part of a cycle, vicious,
Which is eating up communities whole
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But you don't feel the impacts
Because you just sold your syntax.
Ya bad boy man,
ya rootin shootin' guns playin'
Think of all the positive shit
you could be sayin'
But the day in the life of a
gangsta sells greener
Making quick cash of a cool
misdemeanour, man.
I've seen ya cursin' women,
lying of your exploits,
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So just skip the shit
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And step straight to the point.
Outro 1
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