[Chorus 2X: M.M.O.]We in the last days, my mind spinnin' like wavesRise spendin' on blaze, rap's spreadin' like haze[Triggnomm]I reflect the greatest, Trebet's and VegasOn fleer jets, swap begets with vets that's famousWe M.M.O., o.d. off a seedless 'droZay and mo, size then sounds of four poundsRep the hometown, cause then only know me in ConeyThough bitches blow me and bone me worldwide with pride I spit theUnordinary situations that varySo much of Clinton and lifestyle of George BensonI bump Mary N. Brown to obituariesAnd every now and then, I stroll through a cemeteryI pay respects, the ghetto prophets of the projectsVisualize the logic, of one losin' the sonI say no to the gun, then I say no to the smokeI say no to sellin' crack, then I say no to sellin' cokeI say no to hero'n, also known as dopeI say no cause I know them others just can't cope[Chorus 2X][Triggnomm]I was a, baby boy, I played with dangerous toysWe love to play rough, til we felt the handcuffsLaid up, for 12 months, got violated for bluntsWhack us for once, wigs pushed backwards to frontSurvivors a sin, live a long life of pretendTil thugs get the wind, killa's come home from doin' tenCan't quite blend in, headin' back to the penWhere vice is shiest, and life is like a game of diceSo I don't indulge, instead I rock a bojaw, my jerboasPistol patrol, spit the beautiful and the boldOnyx then gold, when youngest ho, let it be soldAnd ever sense, never hesitant, to take a residenceWho'd ever think we'd go from gangsters to gentsAiyo, who'd ever think we'd go from playas to pimps[Chorus 4X][Triggnomm]See I think big kid, so you can keep the small talkAnd on the boardwalk, is where I do my dog walkOn Coney Isle, AKA Criminal IsleSlash Medallion Isle, lay another lost and foundA real merry-go-round, when the sun go downGet caught out in C.I., end up with M.R.I.'sAnd if you really ball, we even give you a wallLust loots the law, where I'm from, 1-2-4It's history in the makin', O.J. and PaytonJesus Christ and Satan, the blatant, keep me shakin'Reality parallel to Mickey and MalloryNatural born, casualty, beemin' cash for a feeSee evil does it and the dead live above itSo I, spits the rugged and make sure the streets love it[Chorus to fade]
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