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Kicking
Out the last time the task force flipped
Niggas be running through the block shooting
Time to start the revolution
Catch a body half way
Houston rustic on us off guard
The Mac 10 was in the grass
I ran like a cheetah with wants
I'm an assassin
Pick the Mac up
Toe brothers back up
The Mac spit
Levels hitting niggas
One ran
I made a backflip
Throwed a future scream
My arms shook
Couldn't work
Gave another squeeze
Heard it click
Yo my shit is stuck
Try the cocking
It wouldn't shoot
Now I'm in danger
Finally pulled it back
Pulled it's caught up in the chain block
So now I'm jetting to the building lobby
And it was full of children
Probably couldn't see as high as hobby
It's like the game ain't the same
Got younger niggas pulling the triggers
Bringing fame to the name
Inclaimed some corners
Crews without guns
Some corners
Before daylight
Stick up kids
They run up on us
Four fives and gauges
Macs in fact
Same niggas that catch you back to back
Snatchin' your cracks in black
Yo is this niche on the block
Hittin' niggas locked
So hold your stats to the coke place
I know this crackhead
Who said she got a smoke nice ride
And if it's good you bring your customers
And measure it past
But yo
You got a slot on a vacation
Inside information
Keeps large
Niggas are racing
And they while spacing
It drops deep
As it does in my breath
I never sleep
The sleep is the cause of the depth
Beyond the walls of intelligence
Life is the fun
I think it's prime
When I'm in a New York state of mind
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Making a cash flow, pure and shelter
Whenever frustrated, I'm a hijacked delta
And the PJs, my plente plays
Bullets of strays, young bitches graze
Each block is like a maze full of black rats trapped
Plus the island is packed for what I hear
In all the stories where my people come back black
I'm living where the nights is jet black
The fiends fight to get crack, I just max
I dream I could sit back and lamp like Capone
With drugs, tips on all the legal luxury life
Rings fighting with stones, homes I got so many bombs
I don't think I'm too sane, life is parallel to hell
But I must maintain and be prosperous
Though real and dangerous cops could just arrest me
Blaming us, we're hell like hostages
It's only right that I was born to use mice
And the stuff that I write is even tougher than dice
I'm taking rappers to a new plateau, do rap slow
My ramen is a vitamin hell without a capsule
The smooth criminal on beat breaks
Never put me in your box if your shit each takes
The city never sleeps full of villains and creeps
That's where I learned to do my hustle
Had to scuffle with freaks, I'm an addict for sneakers
20s of Buddha and bitches with peoples
In the streets I could reach her, I'm about bloods I teach her
And held deep like the words in my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cause and the death
I lay puzzle as I backtracked the earlier times
Nothing's equivalent to the New York state of mind
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