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[K.B.]I`m your number one suspect cause I wear black `locsTook my head back and choked on weed smokeYa call me a ghetto thug but I say: `Damn you!`I`ma live my life just how I want toI`m out there bad, like a mad man, the savageYou can`t manage with that, I`m doing some kind of damageI`m in a ghetto street spotlightI`m always loced down and always high as a kiteNow everyday is like somebody`s watching meGotta get my 9-millimeter before they cap on meThey be be coming up good, this number one suspect ain`t no punkGo pop ya trunk, go grab ya pumpI ain`t about to be put to restCause this young black ghetto thug ain`t expired yetI`m strong with no fear, they said I be dead in a year...[Pharaoh]I used to roll in them rental cars with a trunk full of oz`sDroppin`em thangs off, sometimes they were whole keysMe as my brother`s parents, now he runs with the Killa KlanAnd my nigga K.B., now he`s a family manSolo solo chemistry, my mind started buildingAnd if ya breath took off, that`s when I started to thinkin` millionsThat`s when I got agg, bought me an A.K. and bunching bagAnd gamed the squad game and a perfect aim in a nigga`s assSee, my solution was to take every god damn thing I wantedEven if I had to break a nigga`s mothafucking ass downWith these hard hitting hands or with them automatic roundsShit, within no time I had a lot of people scaredCause the whole damn city found out jacking weren`t deadAnd a lot of jealous ass niggas and hoesSaid I would be dead in a year but that was two years agoAnd I`m still living...[Icy Hott]Everybody`s living in a world of crooked thoughtsI`ve been criming for years, no fears of getting caughtI`m always labeled as a suspect, snatching goldStealing clothes outta stores before they open their doorsI`m struggling, thinking crime gonna helpI brought a child in this world but I can barely feed my damn selfWater and bread, who gonna keep the kid fed?Jacking ain`t dead because of my little MarchiseMe and Sho at your do` about fo` o`clockWho ever answers the do` gonna get robbed and shotIcy Hott wasn`t made for the minimum wageThat for I grabbed my gauge and got my ass paidI got popped by a chink at the corner storeStairing at me from the time I walked through the doorHe thought I ran out of his store with a beerHe shot me in my back and I was dead in a year...[Flea]Say I be dead in a year, I won`t see twenty-one comeAnd at the way I`m going out, G Rapp gonna be my mother`s only sonSay I never be shit, just another nigga in a penBut I get mo` money, spend it and get paid againLeft my books to be a crook, left my job just to robHow ya gonna tell Flea how to live when times get hard?Be myself, so I did, I need help, I sold drugsCause all I ever knew were crooks and thugsI was down from the heart, cracking cars until ya startTake it to the back of my hood to undress the fucking partsEverytime I`ve seen a cop, I got a bad thoughtLike breakin`em down the middle like a half ounceAnd ya life for tomorrow wasn`t garantiedCause ain`t a nigga got a life time warrantyAnd I know them hoes shit that we still hereAnd gonna be living to blow out our candles next year...

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