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[120] I'm fucked up Most brothas don't have it like me Like my brothas in the P, doin half a century See God I know it's hard, black stay in ya zone Big Just we lost touch, see you when you get home And my man Stan just got back from doing ten On some bullshit now his ass is back up again Wait, Ned did 9 straight, came home, knockin cats out Playa what's that all about? Aiyyo, you gotta maintain killer I wanna put you on, so you could be a tee big armed guerilla And to my peoples in the struggle When everyday is a hustle so nobody move a muscle Cuz Kelly got popped from her man Both found dead, money still had the pistol in his hand Powerules all up in my buildin sellin crack And kids around my way they just don't know how to act Like my little man stole drugs, got some kids fed At ten found him dead with a bullet to his head Baby brother to my man Van, but life gotta go on You still got me in the God Born And what's his name dies from AIDS Mom dukes outta commission for breakin both her legs Yo, the inner city life controlled by the outer world G Another Bronx War Story [Chorus: 120] Sometimes I have to search for information to find out why was we put in these certain situations The inner city life controlled by the outer world G Another Bronx war story [All] Another Bronx War Story {4X} [Darkim Be Allah] PC God ya held me down like a weapon The Fam I ran was born the ghetto legend Big Sha to set on and dead on KingPin You and Big Just kept mad bells ringin Cross town niggaz still frown, I hold it down Lord, niggaz ain't with all the shit we was down for I'm still strugglin, bubblin for paper The urge like back in the day, to pull a caper to take us, now I got a plan to expand Put in short, import/export to foreign lands Stand forever like birds of a feather Together whatever, if niggaz flip, that's clever The weather change but the style still remains the same Who's to blame with the neighbourhood fame? I knew the game since the days that I played as a shorty Another Bronx War Story [Chorus]
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