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[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}] Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! [Bridge:] I done learn from mistakes like who's my men, and who's not! Like who's gon' run and who's not! Like who's gon' shoot if you shot! [gunshot] Who gone hold they own - who's not? Who gone change the spots? [Chorus:] In the streets of New York! {NONE STOP! } Can't trust nobody! Niggas'll run up on you with a 12'' Gauge shoty. [gunshot] Loyalty comes free, and smokin' Weed is my hobby. You wanna rob me, you gonna leave here with a body. In the streets of New York! Can't trust nobody! Niggas'll run up on you with a 12'' Gauge shoty. [gunshot] Loyalty comes free, and smokin' Weed is my hobby. You wanna rob me, you gonna leave here with a body. {NONE STOP! } [Verse 1:] When I was 10 years old I seen a nigga take 3 in the head [3 gunshots] Probably around the same time he used to pee in the bed. {Whooooooooo! } I stay a wake - cause my nightmares of seeing him dead The smell of burnt tire after leaving him lead. The killer fled witta fuckin' laugh. Letras de cancionesMy heart pumpin' on blast, I just stare at him something to grasp. Arms moving - figure shaking spitting up blood DNA mixed in the mud another ditch to be dug. There I stood stiffer than wood, see homie use to buy me candy, Now he's gone whose provide his family. My earring is should have been runnin' I never thought I could be that sick. Damn! I was suppose to see that shit. That's when I thought! (thought!) - It was more than 3 shots (shots!) He could have been aiming for me, maybe he circled around the block. I turn around to my pops, he like what happen? This nigga rolled up and started clappin', [shot] I can still hear 'em laughin'. [Chorus:] In the streets of New York! - Can't trust nobody! Niggas'll run up on you with a 12'' Gauge shoty. [gunshot] {CAN'T FORGET... } Loyalty comes free, and smokin' Weed is my hobby {HASSAN! } You wanna rob me, you gonna leave here with a body. In the streets of New York! - Can't trust nobody! Niggas'll run up on you with a 12'' Gauge shoty. [gunshot] {BRITNEY SHA! } Loyalty comes free, and smokin' Weed is my hobby You wanna rob me, you gonna leave here with a body. [Verse 2:] It was a regular day {Whoooo! } in SouthSide sprink-aklers kids running All of a sudden heads turnin' somebody did somethin'. This nigga name, I forgot. Fuck it! He lived around the block. Regular getting money nigga, but love to clown a lot. Walked across the park stuntin' - frontin' Diamond in his ears! - Diamond watch on, eatin' a bag of popcorn. Walked up behind this shorty grabbin' her waist She pushed him away - so he threw the bag in her face. She felt disrespected! {DAMN! } - Shorty couldn't except it Called him a pussy! - Told him she be back in a second! He didn't pay her no mind, called her bitch 'bout four times Stayed in the park - with no niggas with and no .9! [gun cocks] Then in no time - older nigga from behind; swung a baseball bat, Left his face all cracked! - Told him take all that. Hit him again popped; his chain with a frown Left the clown with' his stain on the ground. [shot] [Chorus:] In the streets of New York! - Can't trust nobody! Niggas'll run up on you with a 12'' Gauge shoty. [gunshot] Loyalty comes free, and smokin' Weed is my hobby You wanna rob me, you gonna leave here with a body. {CAN'T FORGET... } In the streets of New York! {VIOLATOR! } Can't trust nobody! {JAMES' CREW! } Niggas'll run up on you with a 12'' Gauge shoty. [gunshot] Loyalty comes free, and smokin' Weed is my hobby {CHRIS LADY! } You wanna rob me, you gonna leave here with a body. {Whoooooo! } [Verse 3:] And all my days {Whooooo! } go by blowin' that sticky, icky! California made me picky! Chicken heads tryin' to stick me with a hicky! If we go up quickly, stick me somewhere tipsy The location don't matter I'm SouthSide to they hit me. I'd be dead! (dead...) - It foots can kill, I'm from the ghetto boys, But I don't know Scarface, I'd push with bill, my heart spills; For the kids that ain't got nothin' they gotta steal and for my Cousin, I lost slumped over the steering wheel. [Chorus:] In the streets of New York! - Can't trust nobody! Niggas'll run up on you with a 12'' Gauge shoty. [gunshot] Loyalty comes free, and smokin' Weed is my hobby {CAN'T FORGET... } You wanna rob me, you gonna {PR! } leave here with a body. In the streets of New York! Can't trust nobody! Niggas'll run up on you with a 12'' Gauge shoty. [gunshot] {YAYO! } Loyalty comes free, and smokin' Weed is my hobby You wanna rob me, {CRY! } you gonna leave here with a body. [echoes] [Outro:] "MO' MONEY IN THE BANK... PART 3: CA$HING IN! " "HUNGER FOR MORE"... OUT NOW! PICK IT UP! [Interlude: 50 Cent] I'm a tell you sum'hin', right? I don't even know this niggas, youkno'msayin'? Niggas feel like they KNOW ME!... And they lis... listening to my music! And they like: "No! No! NO! Don't you think 50's shit!... 50Cent fucked the hood! " 50 IS THE HOOD, NIGGA! From Letras Mania