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So much anger built inside
 I'm a legend of my time 95 is mine
 and this punk style niggas thinkin' that they are fly
 Talk about the ghetto life but they don't know the hard times
 I'm eatin' curried chicken and rice these folks look nice
 Smoking lala with my nigga 'till the day turns night
 Watchin' fiends hustle for skins to fuck up their thing
 We want their back gets cool
 You never know tho's a fool
 Real niggas know the rule I pack a 2 for these fools
 Half kid set loose in this inner city blue
 Check it out
 Where my niggas at?
 Where my niggas at?
 Where my niggas at?

 [Nutcracker]
 Hey yo nigga I flip, and jump I shift
 For shooting nigga in the face for I shoot to give
 Check it
 Swing the mic live in trife do what you like
 I hit your moms in the head with a metal pipe
 Walk through the valley of death with no fear
 I'm knockin' suckas like a runaway deer
 So step off son you just can't get none
 No matter how strong they get DONE
 I grab my gun in the presence of danger
 I'm real frustrated with so much anger
 Express myself violently that's how I think
 So stand back I'm hittin' harder than a fuckin' tank
 I just cut my G's and keep steppin'
 I'm gettin' respect of for the damage I be wreckin'
 The Nutcracker and I have no biddy
 That's how it is for the kids in the inna city

 [Lil' Dap]
 Lyric disolve from your dome will get done before I break your brain
 Ain't nothin' to insane got them open like cocaine
 Check it out party people as I speak with the list
 People said we couldn't do it 'cause they can't feel it
 Word is born shit is on now let's all sing along
 Check it out for my nigga that are R-I-P
 Pourin' air on his face think about your disease
 Nothing can be better but the shit goes on
 But that's life ah, in the inna city

 [Nutcracker]
 I make you wanna jump, sike, I kill a fuckin' mike
 I write the hype dope lyrics that you like
 I stay low key to myself and keep stepping
 You wanna fight while I'm reaching for my murder weapon
 A young nigga, I'm only eighteen
 When my peoples had beef I was always on the scene
 I'm the nutcracker and I do what I like
 That's how we live in this Inna Citi Life

 Now now now let's get this straight
 I am the star of this act
 I never scared a nigga that ain't shit
 Niggas ain't scared of nothin'
 Except not being able to get some pussy
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: (Not on label)

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Released in: 1995

Language: English

Appearing on: Livin' Proof (1995)

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