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[Intro: sample] Pardon me brother As you stand in your glory I know you won't mind If I tell the whole story [Cormega] I had the streets waiting Like a drought, my niggaz be patient My daughter was recently born, I took a brief hiatus Then Ty died, then I fell into a deep oasis Others sparred, which reappeared, when Spree' was traded Love is love, even with people hatingg Niggaz be slingin' daily, with no hope, expect for beatin' cases I frequent places, where single mothers, are teens with babies And fatherless homes are common as police who hate us For the color of our skin, or the v's we came in Rockin' these beats, doin' those sneakers, my scheme be plannin' Since I came with The Realness, I been labeled the illest Dealer, M.C., leavin' people amazed with my lyrics We don't need you to feel us, just recognize We in the building, with heaters concealed Burnin' our name in the ceiling, Legal Hustle, nigga [beat change] [Dona] My hood divided, I don't fuck with the niggaz from the other side My homies drop it, like flies Painful timems have a nigga livin' reckless All I expected was to see another day Take my momma out the pj's, it got's to be another way They pumpin' on my chest, and I'm screamin' I stop breathing, my love one's leaving Money never went to those that really need it Brownsville, Bed-Stuy and Fort Green and The whole Eastside's sayin' 'fuck the police' On the mic, I'm a beast The church tried to critize me for my disbelief Mentally I'm at war, I'mma smorse' it all Trials and tribulations, false accusations Of me, being in deep, we'll shit, they rob me, nigga [Miz] Stay on a mission, checkin' my trigger, you niggaz figure Thinkin' for some reason, this ruger won't make your body shiver But I'mma let you know, from the start I was born at this game, now it's a shame to seen it torn apart Moms cryin', never knew what son had beef Kissin' his cheeks, and a heart's feelin' nothin' but grief Receivin' reefs, placin' him at his feet It's kinda fucked up, to see things happenin' in the streets Nine-three it was ill in my town You either buck now, or lay down, or let a nigga feel your pound That's how it be up in the streets Money hungry bitches is bigger, noted But to just let them live, I'm for this eat And I'mma tell you about niggaz with money Sorry to say but us blacks be actin' real funny That's why I deaded Moe on the eighth Because every time we drama, he always end up coming late Nowadays niggaz get snaked for being fake Airin' cats out, and takin' trips out of state That's how it be up in the city, where niggaz act shitty Gettin' shift and pretty, I'm trynna hold like Biggie You niggaz with me, against me, don't' try to stick me Playin' both sides, I'm bustin' you until I'm empty Legal Hustle, nigga..