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(Ain`t love in the heart of the city) --> Bobby Bland
[ Verse 1 - Larry-O ] Gun claps erupt from the back alley way The heat in the streets stress a nigga every day Cops raid blocks like scenes from Red Dawn The American Dream in the ghetto is more gall I knew this kid cold out of luck No loot or nothing, you know that other fuck-up Well, if I ain`t got, I`ma take I got a burner in your face, son, ain`t no escape from the mental prison that I`m in I wanna break out but I`m committin mad sins We got the city under siege, how Gang-land style, juveniles running wild Niggaz come, niggaz go, niggaz die My man could`ve been a ball-player but he gettin` high It`s dangerous out here, son Cos yo, the average motherfucker`s living under the gun
[ Verse 2 - Larry-O ] My peoples in the streets is dying, son Coke is a commodity and so is the gun It`s time to cultivate a plan that`s guaranteed to hit Flips some cook-up, stack a 100 thou and quit My 9 to 5 ain`t saying shit Niggaz` joints are too mean and hoes are too thick So now I gotta locate my click And rise to the top till the cream turn thick I`m working with rocks, lives are stopped Rebels breaking pebbles and mobilizing all blocks Undercover Rockefellas get paid Dope lines be long, yo, the loot be minute-made It`s ill when you think about the plot When playing in the game is designed to get us knocked What`s my attitude when I see a jake drop Buck, buck, buck and you don`t stop
[ Verse 3 - Larry-O ] No turning back now, progression can`t stop It`s like everytime I look up my neck be on the chopping block A kid got murdered for a ring Beef throughout the street be like a everyday thing A warzone with gunfire sounds We gunnin each other down like motherfucking killer clowns Living conditions is out of order A shorty slaughtered her daughter cos she couldn`t support her Yo, niggaz be making big bets Clowns with short paper get killed for big debts And little shorties on cellular phones Knots with rubber-bands, rims dipped in chrome How long does the good shit last? Niggaz that die young be niggaz that live fast I dropped a gem and hit you off with the deal I only live one way and that`s motherfucking real
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