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featuring Montageone 

There's no escape from the ones who harassin' 
The reason for the illin' is the reason for askin' 
Now I try to school 'em on the killin' and blastin' 
But season after season they recycle assassins now 

He's too advanced for his own good 
He didn't get a second chance to see the glock pointed at his hood 
Makin' his way through the rain he's caught in the game 
He felt the pain of a slug to the back of the brain 
Nothin's changed in a city flask 
Where niggas lurk in black shirts pants and low hats, forever 
Until the job is done and no one's left 
My man Jeff told me with his very last breath 
To watch moms 
But they got her with the car bomb 
Pop tried to save her second blast got his arm 
Niggas play for keeps like casino 
Baby's has got fathers just got back from doin' Chino 
With nothin' to lose loose screws in the attic 
The only skill a nigga knows is how to strip an automatic 
And stash the barrel stab a nigga something terrible 
Death resume 20 kill in incredible time 
No guilt and shame 
On the mind stuck a nigga for lookin' didn't know he was blind 
So I find 
Mankind is a serious threat 
To another others kind when there's something to get 
In a vet gonna fast jet to the spot to see what they got 
Nobody saw shit cause it's not 
Cool to brake the rule of the code of the streets 
Niggas frightened by the visions of the blood on the sheets 
And it's deep how blood drys as a mother crys 
Open eyes gettin' landed on by flys 
There's no disgues for the ones who harassin' 
The reason for the illin' is the reason for askin' now 


I came from a family of one girl and three boys 
Fuck playin' with toys our fun was on the block 
Watchin' all the cats negotate the neighborhood stock 
My job was to come runnin' whenever cops was comin' 
My older brother I figure was the ring leader 
Whenever these cats move they all bring heaters 
All black and nickel plated (c'mon) 
Soon became fasinated bitches cars and kicks 
And look at how fast they made it 
My younger brother gave less than a fuck he was content 
With G.I. Joe and Tonka trucks 
But I want butts, livin' first class delux 
15 years old soldier ready to serve these clucks 
My older brother was touched 
It's a game where you don't play gotta have cane 
Crack house for my birthday 
The next day my brother shot in cold blood by the police 
In a rage he lived but he payed the price 
Caught with keys 25 to life 
Takin' in by the crew time to standed on my own two (c'mon nigga) 
But as I marinated thinkin' about the hood 
I really can't remember my body doin' good 
For long big decisions somebody got to make 'em 
Undercover recognize the face now can't shake a 
Phone tap (what) and now I'm in the belly of the beast 
Use to sittin' in leather sheets now I'm sittin' awaitin' release 
Visitors day, my younger brother came down 
Put the toys down excited about the first round 
He bust I was crushed to finally see 
The solution to the problem could of started with me 
It's on now 


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