Life In The Metro

[the kaze]

1 - we shootin to kill, nigga

We shootin to kill, nigga

Aint no fuckin warning shots

When you come around here nigga

All the things that I got, yo

Is shit I worked hard for

Life in the metros so cold

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[gangsta boo]

Im on some other type shit

Im on some crazy ass shit

Im on some fuck with me bitch

Im on some get your ass kicked

Its not the power of miss

The work of secret politics

(the rumors turned to an arena)

Between the old and new bitch

I think ? ? that dont move to ? ?

Society has been the education of ?

Movin up the escalator

Risin to the fuckin top

Party on, dont stop

In the air, super hot

Ya better beware

What we believe is what we share

To get rumblin like the bronx

Like the chinese folks was there

Im fuckin live that is ? believe well?

Its known to be the truth

Its ? of hell, can ya feel gangsta boo nigga?

Whos fuckin side you think yall on when shit pops off?

Hypnotize minds down to blow a nigga ass off

With a fuckin sawed off

Project told you once before

Workin to ensure my victory

For my side ho

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[the kaze]

Im in this world with no one to turn to

Im livin kinda thuggish

Thinkin crooked, just to come up

You see this fuckin world

And ? is without the beat

So I kick it by my lonely

This real g, to make my riches

Then all these snitches be throwin crosses

Im takin losses

Cuz ? ? resurrect from all this player hation

You see my nation is mass destruction

And my soul releasin all this anger for you nigga rolls

And its so bad because I know

Oh they done clickin with the quickness

Because this system is makin hard

How else can I make a livin

And then my children

Im thinkin deeply

With wealth, it be a better future

It aint our fault that our enemies bleed

When Im smokin weed

It entoxes me

? ? what I do to all you fake ass gs, so please

Dont go rubbin, ? ? gonna make me

Get right down crazy

This city has got me pacin

And I cant take it

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Im thinkin misery, sufferin, ambush and sorrow

Im filled with drama

When I lose my soul, the ? those 3 numbers

You wonder whats really real

When fuckin with gs like mack

Pop-pop from the glock

Curiousity killed the cat

Bust it, we down for whatever

Whenever, what nigga, think you clever?

My weapon gon have you gaspin for breath

Death and stormy weather

Its thunderin and lightening

Plus rain is pourin on bloody bodies

Im runnin up on the scene

? ? ? up in a farrari

Im sorry, its killin season

Killa kaze and prophet posse

The last days we lit em

It aint no time to get sloppy

Standin strong, holdin on

Competition cant stop it

To all my foes, I let you know

I keep that 9 in my pocket

I pop it, straight at your ass if you ever try to apouse

The result from all the ?

All was left was dead souls

To my rappers out devouring, left them holding like the bible

I sustain, in this game

A mack for life, Im out this thang, man

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