Tonalidad: A minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
so greasy
Livin' in the D .E .T.
Believe me, you won't get to repeat
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This ain't TV, we struggle in the sea
Peace makes you steamy
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Wonder how we was to
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come from the under
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You can feel the heat like the summer
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Cops on the beat like a drummer
Lift you off your feet, don't slumber
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Hear the Gats speak like thunder
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They want ya, run amok on ya
You better kick the swing like Samba
Stand on the streets,
moving numbers
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Runners, gunners, all about the green
Dublin, fees on the name
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Buzzing, troubling, fuzz ain't coming
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The dealers ain't budging
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They standin' on the corners like,
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fuck it, we comin'
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New shit, uh, it's like that
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Yeah, 2000 beyond, yeah
Still bangin' in your Jeep, nigga
Yeah, 2000 beyond
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How we like it?
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Y 'all niggas don't know, uh
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How we want it?
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Y about to bear witness
How we like it?
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Fuckin' real, nigga
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How we want it? Yeah, uh
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Yeah, one thing about the streets,
it ain't folk change
It's all about the dollars
and how they get arranged
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Yeah, they hustle only way they
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know how to get arranged
You're a 2010 gangz,
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niggas get murked, nigga,
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Detroit city rinsing
It's a pity when sin take
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something that's pretty
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Turn the gritty then end the whole era
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This place used to have soul,
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but it got stole
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Shots roll, and smoking like it's hot coal
Just to keep it not swole
In this game full of players,
everybody got roles
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What position you playin' at 2 a
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.m. in the mornin'?
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Schemin' and dreamin' bout
pushin' somethin' foreign
Are you the kid with no pops?
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Livin' on skid,
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doin' the bid for yo' props
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Until the show stops, the curtain closes
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All because of beef,
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you're beneath the dirt and roses
In this land of single mothers,
thugs, bushes, and thieves
Full of metal slugs, drugs,
hookers, and weaves
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And it's hard for you to breathe
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The hood tryna take us under
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and question everything that we believe
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And say we won't achieve
They made us slum, where we from?
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12 feet corner,
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this what you call a slum, dumb shit
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Uh, it's like that
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Yeah, 2000 B .R.
Yeah, still bangin' at your jeep, nigga
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Yeah, 2000 B .R.
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Y 'all niggas don't know, uh
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Y 'all bout to bear witness
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Fuckin' real, nigga
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Yeah
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Uh, for real
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Yeah!
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