It's alot of people puttin black eyes in the game, know what I mean
 I had my glocked cocked, but took a fall now I'm off my feet
 I gotta eat, so its back to these fuckin streets
 And I will grow cause I'm an old timer
 I bring the drama to any nigga, his baby or his fuckin mama
 I gotta look like Tevin Campbell
 But still I gamble, hustle and scramble
 Cause money is muscle in this damn zoo
 And in order to make it
 You gotta take it
 Be the boom blast boom spin
 Don't break but don't fake it
 That's why there's no guilt for these trife niggas blood I spilt
 Took what they built, flippin their drug game on tilt
 Cause in New York, dealin drugs is a sport
 You either sell, smoke it shoot up or snort
 Anyway your caught
 And since I'm in it, now I'm in it to win it
 Skies sets the limit
 Ain't no being some motherfucker's lieutenant
 Shit, from this point that's how I feel, I wanna fly
 Yeah, its either doe or die
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 It's like a jungle sometimes
 It's like a jungle sometimes
 It's like a jungle sometimes, the weed smoke makes me wonder
 How I keep from going under
 And other hoods I hang with
 Mix slang in they language
 Love, kickin that gang shit
 Sellin on the same strip
 Hustlin hard, no matter how much we hated
 So dedicated, even our dreams are drug related
 Shit, puff bananas
 Not even the cops can stand us
 Cause of the way we vanish, everytime they come to can us
 25 we get the money live
 Fuck all that funny jive
 The streets is our only source to survive
 And when corny teeny boppers think about tryin to stop us
 I rather put your head, through the propella of a helicopter
 Cause all my peeps be playin for keeps
 Straight out the litter, so bitter
 These bandits don't even need sweets
 Bringin the ruckus, like some mad motherfuckers
 Move at night like truckers
 When suckers see us, they duck us
 Shit, only the real can relate to the hungry man I try
 It's either doe or die
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 And ever since I was a tarface
 Baby, watchin Scarface
 I dreamed of guns and tons of coke in a car chase
 A fat connect with a kingpin Colombian
 Plus props for crooked cops, payin him tops not to run me in
 Keepin my toaster in a shoulder holster
 Havin hoes playin me closer
 Sex on a silk sofa
 Livin the life of the rich and trife
 Rugged but sharp like a kitchen knife
 Without stress from some bitchin wife
 What a life
 That's why I be on what I be on
 Always ready a war for
 Score a shoulder put me on
 And until then, I won't sealin what I'm feelin
 It was inside that I cried, but now its spillin
 I'm goin all out
 Until I fallout
 So much of a menace, when I finish
 Bilkin New York, I'll have to call out
 On the run, cause I know feds will try and knock me
 And railroad my soul to a hell hole if they got me
 But not me
 I'm goin out fightin until I fry
 From hot lead no lie
 Like I said its either doe or die
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 Realizin the realism of life and actuality
 Fuck whose the baddest
 Through personal status, through pimps or salary
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 If not why not
 Either your in it, or your in the way Baby Pa
 New yields, no quills
 I want it all