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[inspectah deck]Check out the avenue, new york, new york the rotten appleWe grapple in the streets to stack loot and slip the shacklesI'm currently, servin twenty-nine to lifeDuckin the searchlight, no sleep for like the third nightThe big life is trife, got the young kids hypedCops shoot on sight, heat pipe be blowin through the nightThe land where you ain't fam, there's no pitySimilar to chocolate city, ten times grittyHittin hard, liquor's god, niggaz plottin on the come offAnd come off, quicker than the clothes on the stripperAnd slide like she doin up and down the railingBitch tailing in the range with golden arms smooth sailinThe clock's tickin, somebody's on the block snitchinThe plot thickens, phones are tapped, cops listenToo hot for prison, plus too cold to hold my girlCause I married this life and she's my whole worldChorus: {unknown singer}It's just a sign of the timesCalmly listen - to these lines..I'm goin out of my mindLivin - the street life..[inspectah deck]Aiyyo, aiyyoMake me wanna holla way they do my lifeMy life, is like a carousel one endless nightWhere most die for pies, some holdin their chromeA large percent die for causes not even their ownWhen the inspectah deck be long dead and goneLong live the ins clone they workin onTil then, I hold a section, I stand alone no co-defendantShowin the weapon, this saga had no story endinIt's ghetto heaven, and at the same time hell - shots propelThe one that missed me got chanelIn the future ruled by computer, I self tutorThe music is the simulator, facin the userI do it for those who walk the same roadAnd no regrets do I hold for the path I choseNo sleep since the intro, patrol the windowsI reminisce, with the chalice and my eyes half closedIf I could do it again, I'd probably do it the sameThought I was through with the game, I'm goin through it againThe hood life, I'm in it to the limitCouldn't quit it for a digit, die for it cause I live itChorus[inspectah deck]Yo, been around the world but just can't seem to leaveThe state of mind that causes tangled web I weaveMade my home in the heart of itMove like seagal, hard targetMost want no part of it, it's logicCutthroat party in the shark pitCold blooded souls carry bulldogs and oxes, knowledge thisMaintain and remain saneIn the cold world where the rules ain't changedStill rebel to society, government be eyein meThey probably watchin me right now as I'm speakinBut all I'm guilty of is teachin you the truthThey got proof, so you know I'll be home before the weekendThe hood life, I'm in it to the limitIn it from the scrimmage, livin it, lovin every minuteAnd every hour, til the powers that beEventually stress me to the deathY'all know the science right? Death with the intellectAight.. aight..Represent, I make it hot13th.. chamber.. specialist.. from the bricksChorus{unknown singer}Street life.. so trife..Street life.. for life..Feels like.. feels like..My paradiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiise..Yeah y'all.. uh-huh.. (7x to fade)

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