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Stay alert, look alive, that's the ritual Don't get ate up by the same blocks that get you full Either them boys had to meet quota Or got your name on a sheet inside of a neat folder This time a year n's do wil' out They go crazy tryin' to shine Buying 9mm, eyeing mine Some see that minimum wage allows very few to eat For they kids, they engage then get married to the street Find theyself addicted to the lovin' that they kill for That brings the dollar bill or Bags from the Tommy Hill store Watch out! They already racial profilin' So when the streets talk, hope is at a low volume Young boy lost his freedom just to get respect from it Couldn't tell a gut feeling from a upset stomach Was it justified for a good for nothing reason? When them streets turn cold on you, it's cuffin' season Watch out for Johnny Law Watch out for Five-o Watch out for Babylon Watch out for Popo Watch out for One-Time Watch out for Narco Letras de cancionesWatch out for Flat Foot Watch out for Slow Roll Was it justified for a good for nothing reason? When them streets turn cold on you, it's cuffin' season When them streets turn cold on you, it's cuffin' season Watch out for Johnny Law Watch out for Five-o Watch out for Babylon Watch out for Popo Watch out for One-Time Watch out for Narco Watch out for Flat Foot Watch out for Slow Roll Was it justified for a good for nothing reason? When them streets turn cold on you, it's cuffin' season Don't fall in love with the prezies like young Leslie and The city of crooks, she's a lesbian Only hit the club for a fool she later set up Play cool, so when she spray tools, he later wet up [?] Removed his chain, found his wallet, and then she stole both Shorty ain't just out for the bread, she want the whole loaf 'Cause money talks with a silver tongue Make you think your want is your need Like cars with the speed, weed to fill your lungs, or what the pill young mind states who turn savage Who have rich personalities but earn average Watch out! That's if you got your watch out At the right time In the wrong place where you do not belong Taste your own blood from thugs That bust slugs with heaters and mugs By crooked police that plant drugs Acting like they found a cigar, you were stuffing treason 'Cause When them streets turn cold on you, it's cuffin' season Watch out for Johnny Law Watch out for Five-o Watch out for Babylon Watch out for Popo Watch out for One-Time Watch out for Narco Watch out for Flat Foot Watch out for Slow Roll Was it justified for a good for nothing reason? When them streets turn cold on you, it's cuffin' season When them streets turn cold on you, it's cuffin' season Watch out for Johnny Law Watch out for Five-o Watch out for Babylon Watch out for Popo Watch out for One-Time Watch out for Narco Watch out for Flat Foot Watch out for Slow Roll Was it justified for a good for nothing reason? When them streets turn cold on you, it's cuffin' season From Letras Mania