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[Tony Yayo]
Yeah Yo, Word up man Fuckin cold out here, man. My fuckin toes is killin me, man I fuckin been on the block all day, man But you know I gotta get this money rain, sleat, snow, man Fuck man, yo man listen... [Verse 1] Yo we project livin, with plastic on the furniture Little niggaz comin up will fuckin try to murda ya D`s not out, so the coast is clear But it`s getting hard to sleep with this roach in my ear Everybody got a nina. Everybody got a vest New York City`s the arena of death Yo the strip movin slow, but everybody goin hard Seein more D`s than a damn report card Everybody rap now, following these dreams I`ma call my clientele, man, and sign all my fiends Same gear for a week, wearin dirty cloths All day in the spot, by a dirty stove Trials keep me strong, hope keep me happy But I`m only human, so these niggaz wanna clap me The drug game over, but there`s money to make So niggaz clappin at niggaz who raise that crime rate [Hook] You could live by the gun, or die by the bullet You niggaz push me, for sure I`m gon pull it Material objects got the world crooked In my hood, they hustle, and be on that good shit Snakes in the grass be on that bullshit Niggaz that`s ass stay with a full clip Guns get blast, niggaz on that shook shit So live by the gun, or die by the bullet [Verse 2] The rhymes you spit could embarrass the city When my game bag names like Paris and Nikki Load the semi, I`m in the spot carvin the crack You stunt, I`ll leave my bullets lodged in ya back New York City, everything move fast Little girls get pregnant, throw they baby in the trash China white whizzy movin quickly on the ave The same dope that Whitney in the rehab Up early in the morning, cause there`s money to earn Cause the early bird be the one that catch the worm We got nicks, tres, twenties and dimes Got my spot lookin like a soul train line Fuck doin time, I`m tryin to progress Get that money, nigga, serve ya projects Hustlin homie, that`s all I know In the summertime, I could make the whole strip snow [Hook]
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