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[Intro: Movie sample]Hey wait a minute, man, what about me?Hey wait a minute, y`all got. Y`all play a role in a racket flowIt was an act of God I don`t know what kind of act it was I don`t know how a junkie bust into my room and stole my TVHey, it wasn`t me, man Why ain`t you out here arrestin` him? Instead of runnin` him outIt was me, I confess! I confess! Dead story, a respectable workin` person can`t even walk 5 minutes on the street without somethin` happenin` All you cops don`t do nothin`! Junkier than police, one right behind the other with his hand out Oh, baby, he`s gonna get rid of both of you cops[Chorus: Buddha Bless]Ayo, we always gon` hit heads left and rightWe always gon` get dumb skets to fightWe always smoke and drink to set shit rightYo it`s always gon` be left, to we left the light[Buddha Bless]We always gon` be thug niggaz and see drug figuresAlways gon` be stuck on the block, fuckin` with copsAlways gon` get McGirts, liftin` skirtsTurn around and let the click just workWe always gon` be chasin` cash, racin` fastLike we don`t need life yoIt`s always gon` be street lifeWe always gon` bank the dough, spank the hoeDrink some Mo`, you better act like you think you knowIt`s always gon` be Queens N.YAlways gon` be scenes when men dieWe always gon` be doin` time for doin` crimesIt`s always gon` be in Riker`s IslandWe always gon` be "life is wildin"We always gon` be puffed out, mobbed outWith your bitch gettin` dogged outAnd the click gettin` slobbed outLove between thugs, it`s love between clubsIt`s always gon` be, like the giddy, it`s always ownin` meWe always gon` shake the dice, stay laced in iceTalk the Judas down when we hate the priceAlways gon` keep it funkyIt`s always gon` be grungyWe always gon` eat cuz we always gon` be HungryWe always gon` grab the dick, try to bag a chickAnd walk around with a grill like we mad at shitWe always gon` be in project hallwaysCrowdin` up the doorways, drownin` up the Jorday`sWe always gon` be naughtyLiberty bassly, forty, niggaz be crazy, whodiAlways.[Chorus x0.75][Buddha Bless]Yo it`s a..[Masta Killa]....warnin`, East New York niggaz formin`Beats say Bang Ya Head, Sister SledgeWar dance with the wild Apache IndianGet Tom machine gun, fast car, big engineFew squads for the back massage, head jobThen it`s back to businessMurder one, leave no witnessSnatch mic, bash face and fightRed light scope at nightMovin` through the Snow dressed in WhiteIt`s the ninja from the rooftop siteAim for the brain, snipe from the buildin` across the boulevardHit him from a hundred yardsI just got a type from `Preme behind barsPeace God, you beat niggaz up, I supposeSixteen metal machine I still holdShoot snub from ear lobeFortified rich with Twelve Jewelz of IslamWalk humble and calmNewspaper under the arm conceal arms[U-God]You want it rough? That Hellfire stuff?Poisonous mics, yo make the party jumpDelicious, the funk, make your heart pumpTold ya, soldiers get over the humpYour arms are too short boy you don`t wanna rumpwith U-God the grump, van, black truckHa, heavy on the grams, every man back upNiggaz act up, let the style spinThis is Knockout Kings 2000 againLet the style in for a few proud menClifton Project, rugged grain ShaolinWomen in the bed, wolves are fedSame Wu Chamber that Bang Ya HeadAim with the stainless, hang like dreadsDirty at the game but the same celebsChorus[Icarus]Yo, yo, yoIs it the hate that make me sip the Hennessey straight?Then go and leave my enemy face, simply eraseMake me hop out the Benz with the Tennessee platesMake me run up in ya house shoutin`, "Empty the safe"Or could it be love? Make be rock the hoodie and glovesWonder if Snoop wasn`t Crip, would he be Blood?Or maybe it`s where I`m from, BushwickThat got me wearin` my gun everywhere that I comeWhy your chick got my pubic hair on her tongueUh-huh, if you wanna see the light, nigga, stare at the sunCan it be my older days that gave me my colder ways?Blowin` strays at your rollerbladesWhatever it be, that make me take your leather and fleeEvidently, livin` legal never was me[Inspectah Deck]Yo we livin` it, lovin` every minute, won`t quit itHollow points aim with your first name printedIn it for the money, never did it for loveMade a few enemies, couldn`t limit the slugsNever talk much, got ways of handlin` suchThe enforcer, cause the police to rushOn the daily, rarely seen, often heardYou can spot me in the Hill layin` off of the curbOn the verge of snatchin` up ya crown and throneWhile I walk through the heart of the Hell and call it homeShao` borough Commando, style thoroughWild like a convict lose on the furlo {*echoes*}[movie sample]Oh baby he`s gonna get rid of both y`all cops

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