Labyrinth (Frankie Beverly) Masta Ace (Ft. L.T. (US1))
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[Verse 1: Masta Ace]
Eh yo, I got to watch my back as I travel through
Rockaway and Livonia, Pitkin Avenue
Belmont, New Lot, Stone and Saratoga
I just wanna slice the piece and maybe have a soda
But if I try to rock this leather and this nameplate
Like my man Nate I can meet the same fate
He in the wheelchair, knife in the spine man
My friends like: "yo come on, we'll be fine man"
But see this black suede Puma's with the gold stripe
Are hot of the press and yes it's a cold night
The type of night when all coasts seem suspicious
I know we ain't no bitches but these streets are vicious
Bus stops, alleyways and them side blocks
It's the few spots you can wind up in a pine box
Last car of the A train, it ain't sane
Play around, you lay around in great pain
And now the kid ensure like weight gains
Tell me why would you wanna die for a fake chain?
Shit, why you wanna die for a real one?
Cause real bullets they kill when they fly from a real gun
Man I'm a err on the side of caution
Because this stuff my moms bought was a small fortune
For this great advice you gone thank me thoroughly
Labyrinth, caught in this maze, Frankie Beverly
Eh yo, I got to watch my back as I travel through
Rockaway and Livonia, Pitkin Avenue
Belmont, New Lot, Stone and Saratoga
I just wanna slice the piece and maybe have a soda
But if I try to rock this leather and this nameplate
Like my man Nate I can meet the same fate
He in the wheelchair, knife in the spine man
My friends like: "yo come on, we'll be fine man"
But see this black suede Puma's with the gold stripe
Are hot of the press and yes it's a cold night
The type of night when all coasts seem suspicious
I know we ain't no bitches but these streets are vicious
Bus stops, alleyways and them side blocks
It's the few spots you can wind up in a pine box
Last car of the A train, it ain't sane
Play around, you lay around in great pain
And now the kid ensure like weight gains
Tell me why would you wanna die for a fake chain?
Shit, why you wanna die for a real one?
Cause real bullets they kill when they fly from a real gun
Man I'm a err on the side of caution
Because this stuff my moms bought was a small fortune
For this great advice you gone thank me thoroughly
Labyrinth, caught in this maze, Frankie Beverly
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