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(Intro) He just straight punkin me now So I step back and unzip my jacket I figured, you know He see this gun he gon leave (Verse) These be the politics, I am problems that do exist The hood up on a crucifix, Jesus, Mary and Judas riff (Amen) I’m used to this, where we all deal with the beef There’s a difference between discrepancies and the death of an enemy Low and behold the penalty, go on play some truth Way you hold your prob but the lane you take is a different route I’m Bushwick block corners and saw hate On my own street had a trefuss I heard the slick talk whenever I passed by and had enough So its cast was tuck but laugh because I knew they actin up Niggas think they chuck but got no sick but need some Andrew luck I got a fam of thugs that can handle stress like a van of drugs Hit it, roll these niggas up and leave em winded Puncturing the lung while they cruise away in a window tinted I refuse to be a victim cuz a nigga jealous Ain’t shit you could tell us, prepare the zealous with sharp propellers (Hook x2) The street shit, the street shit, happens all the time Letras de cancionesNiggas die over petty shit like a small crime You test a nigga’s heart and that’s where he gon draw the line The politics of hatred, you can never take what’s mine (Verse) My, I breath through God but smoke the devil Niggas givin you death so behind your back with a shovel But they could never bury me sleeve, showin emotions I’m posted, holdin my focus, the bird is over my shoulder They take your kindness for weakness, the choice is yours if it’s worth the spazz Take a nigga life through a biff of numbers, you suck at math The villain’s paradise because he hates his pops Chasin, paid for rocks and a pound of soap from a vacant lot She’ll disgrace the cop so the kid walkin with wifey A hammer in his waist, disrespectful but spoke politely Insecure from life, you see I’m grindin day and night And just maybe if he pushed the right buttons he would fight Dark clouds over sunny days, he never valued life Five bullets in the chest because the kid pulled out a knife Now his wifey crying on the body going crazy Another day of street shit, the hood could use some changing (Hook x2) The street shit, the street shit, happens all the time Niggas die over petty shit like a small crime You test a nigga’s heart and that’s where he gon draw the line The politics of hatred, you can never take what’s mine From Letras Mania