[Verse One] What's up kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid When the cops came you should've slid to my crib Fuck it black, no time for looking back it's done Plus congratulations you know you got a son I heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write you? Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper Flippin, talk about he acts too rough He didn't listen he be riffin' while I'm telling him stuff I was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a snake too Fucking with the niggas from that fake crew that hate you But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece? Jerome's niece, on her way home from Jones Beach - it's bugged Plus little Rob is selling drugs on the dime Hangin out with young thugs that all carry 9's At night time there's more trife than ever What's up with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all together? If so then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest Say what's up to Herb, Ice and Bullet I left a half a hundred in your commissary You was my nigga when push came to shove One what? one love [Verse Two] Dear Born, you'll be out soon, stay strong Out in New York the same shit is going on The crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is talking Hold, check out the story yesterday when I was walking The nigga you shot last year tried to appear like he hurtin' something Word to mother, I heard him fronting And he be pumping on your block Your man gave him your glock And now they run together, what up son, whatever Since I'm on the streets I'm gonna put it to a ...
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