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Geoffrey Gaberino

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Uhh.. c'mon!
 
[Chorus]
It's more to a song than jewelry and clothes
More to a *****s life than money and hoes
The game is a lot bigger than you think you know
And if you think you know then I don't think you know
 
 
*****s walk around fronting talking bout jewels
How much you bust tools y'all *****s sounds like fools
Who you really think give a **** how much your watch cost?
How much your watch cost? You bout to get your watch lost
 
If you flashing it, you must not want it
See I **** with real *****s that done it
You know what time it is, run it!
*****s got more important **** to deal with
 
Talking about some 4 wheel ****
But my man here is about to kill ****
Keep playing *****s *****, and you will get ****ed
Why don't you cop some more ice dog;
 
Then you will get stuck and ****ed
*****-*** *****, hit my street
And see what happens to that iceberg when it's hit by heat
 
It won't be a pretty sight, you and your pretty wife
Oh you must have forgot dog, this is the city life
Ain't a ****ing thing sweet, and ain't nothing fair
Just another ***** dead, don't a ************ care
 
[Chorus: x 2]
 
 
Born and raised in the projects and can't forget it
And all that grimey **** *****s do, I done did it (uhh)
And I'm still wit it, ***** I stay in the hood
But when the cats is out, bet the dog, play in the hood
 
You keep bringing them fake *****es through
You gon' **** around and make *****es do
We take *****es too
An if you coming through my block, it's gon' be the last stop
We blast tops, ******s couldn't make it to the stash box
 
Big *** rocks, I want that! **** the blood
All that **** washes off, the next day I'm like, "What?"
Flossing yo' ****, what I want for yo' ****?
Give a ***** like three bricks to feed the dogs with
Cause I ain't really gots to shine (Why?) When they do, I do
 
For me them *****z will hide you, where nobody willl find you
If you eating ************, then your dogs should be eating too
Not just four or five *****s
Cause you know what the streets will do
 
[Chorus: x 2]
I will be the voice of the street til I die
Cause I know if I keep my heart real, I'm going fly
Either let me fly or give me death; if you didn't catch it then
get it now, cause it's all that's left
 
And this will be the last breath (uh) provoking my *****s
To start choking y'all *****s (WHAT?) and smoking y'all *****s
A ***** would never have to say, "X feed me!"
You'll never hear a ***** say, "X is greedy!"
Only, "X believe me! I didn't know it was a setup!"
Get up, **** sucking ************, shut up
Shut up, **** you *****
 
From the hood to the wood, **** you *****
This for my dogs, til death do us part
I'm still here, cause I been here from the start
If I'm ever anywhere, anytime it gets ugly
The dog is aight, cause I know the streets love me
 
[Chorus: x 2]
 
[DMX speaking softly]
 
Dog..
Jewelry and clothes..
Money and hoes..
Think you know?
I don't think you know..