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Crime, life, bitches, money, timeFor my Braveheart's, my Braveheart'sUh, uh, uh, what, what, what?One time, two timesFrom 'Breaking Atoms' to 'Illmatic', to goin' platinumShit did change course since rippin' it with Main SourceNine-one, nine-two, time flewOut of the blue, time for a new young king to ruleYounger frame, older state of mindFind my name on a page in your Qu'ran, I learned that, in '89When I was slingin' cocaine and baby 9'sPut it in rap and I gave ya'll a way to rhymeGod guides us, from public assistance to high risesCondos, houses where y'all can't find usMove on your cliques in silence, and wet it upMy meal everyday was a slice and 7-UpTook advice from a street legendIdentities have been changed, to protect the innocentWitnessin' niggaz mistakes, visits at niggaz wakes'Cause jealousy infiltrates and seals your fateLook way deep inside yourselfLetras de cancionesDiscover the diamond inside, find ya wealthOnce you get it, you gotta live it the limitNiggaz never wanna see you with it, fuck them tho'Niggaz can't come close enough to touch the doughThe lifestyle I live is untouchableSo we clutch a few, guns that'll touch your crew'Cause we learned to do what the hustlers doDifferent ways to come out the hood, in cuffs or a casketOr crazy, or shootin' three pointer basketsOr maybe, it's the rap shit, all type of tacticsWe use to get dough, some choose kickin' in doorsI asked a reverend, my mother and a best friendLess than ten years ago for me to get doughWhat ya'll recommend is either dope weed or blow'Cause high school was slow, and jewelry was hotDuckin' truancy cops, trains I hopped, to make it downtownCisco in my veins, pissed between trainsCanal Street, just lookin' at ringsOutside through a glass, went in the store and asked how much it costKorean man brushin' me offFor some other big time customer, probably a hustlerWho looked down at my small chain and chuckled upI said, "I'll be just like you soon, motherfucker what?"Look way deep inside yourselfDiscover the diamond inside, find ya wealthOnce you get it, you gotta live it the limitNiggaz never wanna see you with it, fuck them tho'Niggaz can't come close enough to touch the doughThe lifestyle I live is untouchableSo we clutch a few, guns that'll touch your crew'Cause we learned to do what the hustlers doTo them niggaz who get life and throw a smile at the judgeWildest thugs, who blow trial, exiled from the hoodKeepin' bitches, comin' through on visitsYou will survive, them weak freaks think you finishedYou first time in, you known for poppin' your toastBy your third year in you, forgotten by mostNiggaz wife cut them out of they life, niggaz don't writeFriends actin' like they don't be gettin' your kitesIt be ill, niggaz comin' home and no time to get killedNot even home a month and they get peeledBackwards in they own backyard or in the parkOne to the head, two to the heart, you should be smart in the projectsWho gon' die next?Hoodrats know who let the gats blow and who keep cashflowLike the niggaz know the rats, with some good assholeBlunts be a good-ass roll while passin' your 'droLook way deep inside yourselfDiscover the diamond inside, find ya wealthOnce you get it, you gotta live it the limitNiggaz never wanna see you with it, fuck them tho'Niggaz can't come close enough to touch the doughThe lifestyle I live is untouchableSo we clutch a few, guns that'll touch your crew'Cause we learned to do what the hustlers doFeel me?One time, huh, two times, uh, uh, uhWhat, what, what? Uh, uh, uh From Letras Mania