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Yeah, yo word up man Fucking cold out here man, fucking toes is killing me man Fucking been on the block all day man But you know I gotta get this money, rain, sleet, snow man Fuck man, yo man listen Yo we project living with plastic on the furniture Little niggaz coming up will fucking try to murda ya The D's not out so the coast is clear But it's getting hard to sleep with this roach in my ear Everybody got a nena, everybody got a vest New York City is the arena of death Yo the strip moving slow but everybody going hard Seeing more D's than a damn report card Everybody rap now, follow they dreams I'm a call my clientele man and sign all my fiends Same gear for a week wearing dirty clothes All day in the spot by a dirty stove Trials keep me strong, hope keep me happy But I'm only human so these niggaz wanna clap me The drug game over but there's money to make So niggaz clappin' at niggaz to raise the crime rate You can live by the gun or die by the bullet Niggaz push me for sho I'm gonna pull it Material objects got the world crooked In my hood they hustle and be on the juoke shit Snakes in the grass, be on that bullshit Niggas thats ass stay with the full clip Guns get blast, niggaz on that shook shit So live by the gun or die by the bullet The rhymes you spit can embarass the city Well, my game bag names like Paris and Nikki Load the semi I'm in the spot carving the crack You stunt I'll leave my bullets lodged in your back New York City, everything move fast Little girls get pregnant, throw their baby in the trash China white wizzy movin' quickly on the ave Same coke that got Whitney in the rehab Up early in the morning 'cuz there's money to earn 'Cuz the early bird be the one that catch the worm We got nicks, trieze, twenties and dimes Got my spot looking like a soul train line Fuck doin' time, I'm trying to progress Get that money man nigga serve your projects Hustlin' homie thats all I know In the summer time I can make the whole strip snow You can live by the gun or die by the bullet Niggaz push me for sho', I'm gonna pull it Material objects got the world crooked In my hood they hustle and be on the juoke shit Snakes in the grass, be on that bullshit Niggas thats ass stay with the full clip Guns get blast, niggaz on that shook shit So live by the gun or die by the bullet