Tekst piosenki
December 29, 1996
I was incarnated, and caught up in this mix
Brought up in this city where the streets is really shitty
And, niggas catch come ups and represent cliques
The home of the sky scrapers, Home of the crime capers
Home of the rat infested buildings built with bricks
The former murder capital, the capital of capital
We all fight against each other, looking like animals
Niggas grab weapons, just so they can blast at you
Rob your possessions, that you deemed valuable
Nothing you can do, the police’ll just laugh at you
Not knowing this shit, really did damage you
Now we got this mind state, That increases crime rates
„Send them bullets my way, I will let this nine spray”
And that’s what every single nigga in N.Y say
Bringing ourselves, closer to our dying day
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