unreleased\nLyrics :\nNYC, word up\n\nVerse 1: Prodigy, A.C.D.\n\nM-O-B-B D-E-E-P, A.C.D. burn sometin\nLet\'s get lifted, Queens is you wit me\nNiggas\' shifty, I turn around, a kid tried to hit me\nI back him down wit the 50-50\nIt had to been the thug in me, ya tunnel bang and come and get me\nThe first five hundred bitches free\nHe kid with the god jewel and let all my gods come thru\nLive niggas on this side of the bar, you get smacked, boo\nand fucked too, shit on me? Well then, fuck you\nGone wit your high class ass if you want to\nOutta state you be suckin me off and breakin off\nWeed bitch stinks of stallion but my dick went soft\nMy Mobb got in lock wit Masterlock, het getcha locks picked\nRun up in your spot, mask-n-glove shit\nQueens niggas involved with thug shit, you get lumpded\nCrank, we in the bathroom thumpin\n\nTo the three-time losers, alcohol abusers\nBig money spenders and the Ebineezer Scroogers\nThugs holdin fort wit the sixteen shot Rugers\nThe CREAM that I redeem will bring a Lex and Landcruiser\nDominant chapter, assassinin\' the obsolete\nand my Mobb comes Deep to put the wind beneath your feet\nMy heart\'s harder than concrete, and nervous streets\nbe walked offbeat but still thugs carry heats\nI get deeper than skin, paragraphs from within\nDear lord, my life is trife, please forgive for me sins\nMy kin stay my kin, ain\'t no room for extra friends\nOne love to my thugs up north in the pens\nBe a prophet to raise, beat my speech on stage\nNemesis renegade, breakin down barricades\nThese days are gettin rough, \'nother brother handcuffed\nFallen victim to the gameis like style\'s corrupt\n\nChorus:\n\nMy crime niggas livin - street life\nThem Queen niggas livin - street life\nMy drug niggas livin - street life\nMy street niggas livin - street life\nYou thug niggas livin - street life\nNYC livin - street life\nMy Mobb niggas livin - street life\nWhat?\n\nVerse 2: Havoc, A.C.D.\n\nFor every rhyme I write, reality bites\nMy clique keeps shit rolled too tight\nRegulate and know the rule\nI gets some insight plus info, do stickers with my kickos\nMy .44 will burn that ass like goin raw with nymphos\nSo protect your lifestyle, rock your vest\nor get your teflon put to the motherfuckin test\nState pen put on points, son you know\nStay on the low, got the back, oh-no-no\nWhen I\'m on a dough blow, got ta guard you now\nKid, you wanna get foul, so now I gotta put that ass back on profile\nChange your character, you ain\'t got stamina\nNigga get that dough, I ain\'t mad at\'cha\nThe Infamous handle business, gonna make mines\nforever, son, kid you heard it thru the grapevine\n\nTo my royal thug commitees and outlaws that live the life of Frank Nitty\nThe big city mobster, the C-to-D ???? has made the\ngod unholy, skies forever watch me\nThe prophecy, another chapter, there\'s no stoppin me\nPropagation, my life story is far from fiction\ncos at one time, the .44 bullets took the world, bring sparks and friction\nI anaylse this \'erb so I roll with trife characters\nThe hardest for the world to cap, and shiner like a\nfull carat diamond with perfect designin\nPhilly\'s and 9 mili\'s and Coupe De Villey\'s forever reclinin\nTo the shoot, physicals in this paradox\nThe world is hot and my plot is to receive grands and yachts\nUntil then I be a trife individual, dwellin in these days\nScorch from the deeez plus the sun\'s rays\nDead President dreams and million dollar schemes\nKiller Queens, the land of CREAM fiends\nA.C.D. the world terrorist\nStainless Rugers for the intruders and my cipher\'s Infamous\nThru New York and worldwide, we penetrate your inside\n*?Diamond did?* drama, son, and 9 clips so prepare fro heaven\'s ride\n\nChorus:\n\nA.C.D. livin - street life\nMy ice niggas livin - street life\nThem jewel rockin niggas livin - street life\nThem crack niggas livin - street life\nThem coke-sellin niggas livin - street life\nWord, NYC livin - street life\nMy man L.E.S. livin - street life\nThe whole Queensbridge livin - street life\nWord up son, we\'re livin - street life\n\nKnowI\'msayin? Word up, A.C.D., Mobb Deep in the motherfuckin....\nYo yo, uhhh\nHold me down, son (No doubt, son)\nBack em down, son (I got\'cha back, son)
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