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It seems like everywhere I turn
I see a hypocrite

Well, if ya wanna go to heaven
Well, you can't live like that
So let me tell you, brother
God's
It seems like everywhere I turn
I see a hypocrite

Well, if ya wanna go to heaven
Well, you can't live like that
So let me tell you, brother
God's
dressed in black
Preacher mumblin' how she's bound to go to Heaven
The service started at half-past ten, it was all over by eleven
They say it's God's
I am the leader of the local mob
I live by the rules of crime
I have never felt any remorse
When I oppressed the weak

I need you to satisfy my
shoebox stash is all they seeds gotta live off
It's real yo but still yo, it's love here
And it's felt by anybody that come here
Out of towners take
I am the leader of the local mob
I live by the rules of crime
I have never felt any remorse
When I oppressed the weak

I need you to satisfy my
live in, is beautiful Brooklyn
Long as I live here believe I'm on fire hey
Cause it's the B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K
L-Y-N is the place where I stay
dogs that trick off just get sent off
They shoebox stash is all they seeds gotta live off
It's real yo but still yo, it's love here
And it's felt by
[Singer]
Pharoahs..
Pharoahs..
Pharoahs..
It is you that God brought

[Killah Priest]
Places Where Pharoahs Go (Pharoahs)
Mind... (Pharoahs)
more complex than Napolean
I told em
It isn't his job
To live in a fog
I don't have a god complex, you gotta simple god
Huh
Take me to your cult leader
Outta one came many, Electric Man runnin through the Electric City
Ruled and govern by electricity, it's like a dream
Our superiors are pathetic
dogs that trick off just get sent off
They shoebox stash is all they seeds gotta live off
It's real yo but still yo, it's love here
And it's felt by
with my wiz 
Now she dead with my kids 
I live by the subway, niggas push drugs in my hallway 
All day everyday tryin to get the pay 
And I be tryin'
stacked down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug 
Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound 
And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul
Lincoln continental
 
I'm the mouth that roared swore to the lord
The eye of hawk both live and die by the sword
The forbidden the six man be sinnin'
not about killing time this ain't no way to live
Just can't up and walk away 
Knows that wouldn't be right
Instead he hangs out at the local bar
of Crooklyn, type Saturday night
The gear the god was rocking type way out of sight
Limping past the projects
Seen my man, a'ight
Steelo type fat, solar type
Conchobar would not dare,
So he did her away from his people.
"Deirdre will live and grow up fair,
Then marry me in my temple".

She was disgusted by
Yeah, I like that
Snap your fingers
You can do it all by yourself
You can do it all by yourself

I can go so low
I can feel the gravity that's
to the local night club
Sittin' at a table, just doin' my thang
This when I got approached by this rival gang
His gang and my gang just got into it (just got
stacked down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug 
Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound 
And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul
enough to live good forever 

So I learned to write the rhymes and get my metaphors together 

Then I joined a rap crew, with the homies on my street
Besides bumpin' n grindin' wasn't nothin' on our mind
In time we learned to live a life of crime
Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know
I
Besides bumpin' n grindin' wasn't nothin' on our mind
In time we learned to live a life of crime
Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know
I
Besides bumpin' n grindin' wasn't nothin' on our mind
In time we learned to live a life of crime
Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know
I