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[Cormega] Yo, I live the life of `62 pick-ups Pumpin` on corners, beat downs to stick-ups Seein` events, of which I had to stay silent Murder, extortion, and all types of violence Kids, livin` the life of ghetto heavens Sellin` cracks, ready to attack with knives and mac-11`s Havin` dreams of being big bosses Driving porsches, by the time, they get rich, they corpses Son, it`s a shame, but in this game The strong survive, either get live or get slain Cuz in the ghetto, respect is mandatory Drug wars ignitin`, mad fightin` for territory My niggaz, steppin` with automatic weapons Stick up kids, with .357`s Yo, it`s violence, I know old timers move silent But nowadays, niggaz be wildin` Drug dealers stylin`, with 5-series Beamers It deep the way, sunny day, don`t seem to reach us Forty-five under the seat of a Lexus Thugs rollin` with bulletproof hats and vestes Earnin` ya props off big dime rocks Your man shorty rock is on the block with a glock He just got knocked, now he`s out on bail For semi automatic, and a undercover sale Trained mercenary, with a heart that`s cold Pushin` an Acura, at 17 years old In the passenger seat, and he`s smokin` a blunt With some shine on, any live nigga would want Somebody wasn`t up on and you know what they want Tellin` shorty, run the jewels and don`t try to front Shorty reaches for the nine, but before he could shoot Blood scattered in the `92 Acura coupe Another victim of modern day stick-ups This is the life of `62 pick-ups
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