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Hood rules
- New York New York the melting pot
- Torsos toss from building spot are filling lots when the metal been shot
- Shits is really to hot and drug dealers shops selling rock
- And seeing knots that billing the stock giving the plot evil killer cops for speacial ops
- Against them wilding on the block a million rebel villains concealing glocks
- You can't be unfocused for a moment for prepatory
- Or get a you noticed by opponents move on your territory
- Gunfire between mafia capos burn the city air like magma and fire volcanic lava
- Another bastard sent to Nazareth faster and crowds see mad hatter go panicked slaughter
- Then cemented like Nazca before your presented and plaster
- Like a hierogyphic chapter sketch in pyramid the. extended for pastor
- No police sergeant arriving the squadron of beast swarming siren
- And deceased carcass reclining from in there for coffin he lies in mane keep roaring the iron
- Refuse the order paid dues director if your hood the border with the fifty caliber
- The Desert Eagle time are fuse mortar turn your statues like medusa then Boston massacre
- And have an with a yellow tape barrier to evacuate the area
- The criminal rate in Gotham escalate will have you evaporate like hurricane Katrina
- So even we saying rhymes we always creating crimes
- Niggaz don't staying line your laced in grime (Blammo)
- Put on rikers island wasting time
- Don't playing with dimes the pimp has goldiggers training to mine
- So you got to sleep with one eye open watch for lies spoken
- Dining on plate covered with grits have mistake with the nine smoke
- Will ply noggin with your spine broken
- And have your mind swollen in a pine box and
- The steal you profit and paper out your pockets for favors
- Then blast a rocket form banger and give your corpses to savior
- Ain't no cotton candy and the great adventure
- Hold the to penetrate with a berreta
- The small militant criminal are hunting the obstinate general
- The baby gangster killing admiral at coffin that filling at funeral
- To make blood pool then shake you fools you can't fight back
- Dont motherfucking break hood rules and it like that
- Here camera recorder speaks the channel two eyewitness reporter
- Another niggaz blow medulla oblangata decipher handle by forensic examiner coroner
- Left shredded ligaments patella by beheaded by amatuer gravedigger
- Lured in with fast money and fine women
- He's a class dummy twist lye blowin has his think time broken
- His grade been failing while his day fell in he stay with felon
- Stood on the corners cane selling aim killing from nine breakin melon
- He drew the notice from perpetrator with raider home invasion
- Saw investigators as traitor with chrome penetration
- They kick in the door like raid redemption went in spray the Wesson
- He had the way attempted to get away misdirection
- They fire he ran for cover it was like life or death going limbo
- He got up some more coming into the room with the smell of smoking indo
- He shot one in the leg took him held through in a window
- He fired back cartridges explode like a broken Nintendo
- Moved down the fire escape has in dire straight hopes he don't have a little mistake
- If he hesitate the place will be surrounded by yellow tape with nickel plates
- They chase he retaliate he tried to evacuate
- Turn a corner they trapped him put a gun to assasinate
- And his family devastate put on channel two news
- Watching them go through all the boo hoos
- You lose the blues are getting more evil more sinister
- Nothing but azreal and death angel door perimeter
- Tactical took up his torso an figure up his photo and picture
- And separated hollow out niggaz confiscated borrow the trigger
- The cops new he so fell hard to the law of the boulevard
- So they tag his bod filled with bullet scars and pull out funeral car
- One more young black man homicide on the scene
- Died at the age of nineteen
- Watching for ops walking down the blacktop with the mac copped
- I seen who blasted me stop lack drop at the crack shop
- Stairway to heaven that where hes going as Im firing
- Steady strapped with my gun once smoking the iron
- He was amazed and stun as i came to blazing the gun
- He ran away from son the gang banger run
- I shot and missed may he rot in piss
- Hot in my fist the glocks with clips rocks and tips
- He headed for the train station his brain racing
- Came facing the end but instead a vagrant cane basing
- A nation with thugs jumped out in surprise spraying the slugs
- Put one round in face and mugs left two laying in blood
- Three more one has shotgun about to run of option
- My gun is cocking got one in the noggin hid behind some of column
- Took out my jeans a laser police teams with taser
- Put the beam to chasers had them seen a prayer
- I release a cartridge while he being distracted laid a deceased carcass
- Saw the complete carnage with his defeated partners
- But he escape on a transit ride create the crowd panicked hide
- Looked like Auschwitz genocide once the hammer rise
- He boarded a train on top my gun roared a flame
- Shot and tore off brain or so it was explain
- Moved forward arrange thought the floor the stain
- Walked over mane he moved he faked his death
- And sprayed the tech almost had me laid to rest
- Had to take a breath he stand top my torso too shoot
- He's got hollow to boot then kick his leg
- Went over side on he fell on the third rail electrified
- And he died looked like suicide from the life he dwelled
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