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Cocaine Paradise
(From the
cocaine paradise, Brick City Newark, waddup! They thought I
wasn't coming back Rest in peace to Newark, man Shotgun, waddup?) I'm from a
cocaine paradise, a
heroin city where Gang members, fake niggas, snake bitches plenty there Loyalty is really rare, you could die anywhere MAC's clap, clips rip, automatic semis flare Fuckers want you gone, gotta live with your gun Niggas'll die for they set but won't live for they son Got time for they bitches, show neglect to they daughter Ain't beefing for work so they get it by the
quarter See, the
dark clouds cover us, no getting out for some of us If you ain't know better you'd think God didn't fuck with us Little bit of money so the
whips got 'em hating Gotta watch for the
phonies and the
fake salamu alaykum's A
lot of questions unanswered and we don't know why Nigga 12 years old throwing his gang in the
sky I
don't judge him, I
don't judge him, that could be my lil cousin Told him, he don't live for something, he could die for nothing I
can still hear the
shots fired, screams in my head Got a
"Rest in Peace Daddy" tat he ain't even dead! Left us thinking these immature ways got Mommy hurting And these triple stacked pills got Tsunami surfing Scrape up the
rent money, gotta get diapers When I'm sitting downstate, playing monopoly with lifers Been a
shooter since a
kid, I'm hitting 9
out of 9
Jail taught me one thing: out of sight, out of mind Lil' Rel wanted to ball, but Jay-Jay popped him Keisha got kids, but DYFS done got them Reek was out robbing, but Reek done got ten The
King had a
dream and you see they shot him So I'ma grind 'til I'm a
victim of a
homicide But I'll be damned another man make Momma cry Two of yours, one of mine, somebody gotta die .40 cal baarracckkk! I'm letting that Obama fly Cold sweat nightmares, dreams from a
bad book They ain't really banging, they just liking how them flags look Play the
corner like Champ out in Denver Flip keys by the
season, January 'til December Got max in the
summer, tall cans in the
winter See them turtle niggas snitching 'Cause they running with the
Splinters I
been nice since street lights, curfews Nick at Nite, pillow fights, Rugrats, Urkels The
ones that know you the
best, the
ones that'll hurt you Protect me from the
squares and I'll handle my circle I'm out riding for the
team, boy, it's dinner time Heart of a
leo, them twin 40's geminis Clip on maximum, this block'll get minimized Hood what I
stand for, pain what I
symbolize 100 round double grip, Shotgun driving Add a
few slugs and I'll divide the
whole problem The
niggas that be talking ain't the
ones riding Early morning kitchen whipping, I
ain't making omelettes Fuck the
police, see, I'm just being honest Think he running from me? Shit, he better be Sonic True trap star, connect front thirty birds 'Cause he know I'm Matt Ryan with them dirty birds Time to get it cracking, chopper make that "prattt" sound Men in Black flash: I'll clean this whole background Got enough for all nine lives, lay a
cat down Aaron Rodgers on the
field: can't let my pack down Not my daughter, not my mother, not my fucking hood Would they kill me if they could? Yeah, they fucking would I
was young and fell in love with the
strip Man, this hood a
dirty broad, I'm still fucking with the
bitch See, if I
don't make it out? Cool, I'ma die here 'Cause I
bang, 'cause I
trap and I
ride here Pussy, money, weed, dead bodies what they find here Good wherever I'm at, I'm feeling like LeBron here Tell them niggas come get me, I'll be waiting on 'em Two Rondos, mask like Jason on 'em Hood been sleeping on him, niggas been hating on him Tim Duncan with the
bread, Surf been banking on 'em Any problems, man, that gauge will clap Maybe they'll love me when I
fade to black Tsunami!
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