[Intro]
"Late last night, two undercover police officers
Were found, brutally murdered in a Fort Greene
Apartment building in Brooklyn, New York
At this time, police have no suspects
Now to the weather, but first..
G tell em what time it is!"
[Verse 1]
I got a chance to get some money so I'm takin it
No joke, because this bein broke shit just ain't makin it
Cause I grew up in the fast lane
See my pops ran the numbers and my moms held the blackjack games
Now I'm able to leave the cradle
I don't remember the dinners, only the kilos on my kitchen table
Sittin right beside a pistol
And I'm watchin my pops, pick up bricks made out of crystal
While he was countin the green
I seen nothin but strainers, containers, scales and rocks on a triple beam
People was too afraid to stick him up
Because he had the most notorious brothers to come and pick him up
When I reached ten years old
I never recalled seein any more money and drugs in the household
Cause now pops was on his feet
And to keep us from gettin hurt he kept his dirt in the street
And if he tried to attack, your family's wearin black
Because he just got your death, put on a contract
Another sucker to rub
Even my mother's walkin around packin a .357 snub
And many cops dropped dead
I seen a man pull out a pistol and blow off an undercover's head
Cause it's hard to get by
And that's why, when you're young in the streets
You gotta live and let die
"Late last night, two undercover police officers
Were found, brutally murdered in a Fort Greene
Apartment building in Brooklyn, New York
At this time, police have no suspects
Now to the weather, but first..
G tell em what time it is!"
[Verse 1]
I got a chance to get some money so I'm takin it
No joke, because this bein broke shit just ain't makin it
Cause I grew up in the fast lane
See my pops ran the numbers and my moms held the blackjack games
Now I'm able to leave the cradle
I don't remember the dinners, only the kilos on my kitchen table
Sittin right beside a pistol
And I'm watchin my pops, pick up bricks made out of crystal
While he was countin the green
I seen nothin but strainers, containers, scales and rocks on a triple beam
People was too afraid to stick him up
Because he had the most notorious brothers to come and pick him up
When I reached ten years old
I never recalled seein any more money and drugs in the household
Cause now pops was on his feet
And to keep us from gettin hurt he kept his dirt in the street
And if he tried to attack, your family's wearin black
Because he just got your death, put on a contract
Another sucker to rub
Even my mother's walkin around packin a .357 snub
And many cops dropped dead
I seen a man pull out a pistol and blow off an undercover's head
Cause it's hard to get by
And that's why, when you're young in the streets
You gotta live and let die
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