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to them nikkaz who get life and throw a smile at the judge
Wildest thugs, who blow trial, exiled from the hood
Keepin bytches, comin through on visits
You will survive, them weak freaks think you finished
You first time in you known for poppin your toast
By your third year in you forgotten by most
nikkaz wife cut them out of they life, nikkaz don't write
Friends actin like they don't be gettin your kites
It be ill, nikkaz comin home and no time to get killed
Not even home a month and they get peeled, backwards
in they own backyard or in the park
One to the head, two to the heart, you should be smart
In the projects, who gon' die next?
Hoodrats know who let the gats blow and who keep cashflow
Like the nikkaz know the rats, with some good a$$hole
Blunts be a good-ass roll while passin your 'dro
Wildest thugs, who blow trial, exiled from the hood
Keepin bytches, comin through on visits
You will survive, them weak freaks think you finished
You first time in you known for poppin your toast
By your third year in you forgotten by most
nikkaz wife cut them out of they life, nikkaz don't write
Friends actin like they don't be gettin your kites
It be ill, nikkaz comin home and no time to get killed
Not even home a month and they get peeled, backwards
in they own backyard or in the park
One to the head, two to the heart, you should be smart
In the projects, who gon' die next?
Hoodrats know who let the gats blow and who keep cashflow
Like the nikkaz know the rats, with some good a$$hole
Blunts be a good-ass roll while passin your 'dro
