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Living ya life to the craziest levels, making ya dreams with a hearts tremble

Ya think ya protected and have those to watch ya back, but only see what is not reality

Walk and talk as lyrics of real evil surround ya mentals, not knowing how to live.

You see those ya trust and give your love to, the ones you call friends for life.



But why they fingering you, making ya be looked at as a villain in life’s game?

We carry our hearts in our hands, throwing it off with every punch for protection.

But how ya gonna be placing ya truth out there, shooting to the hurt and back again?

The figgaz ya talk about, the peoples ya love and hate are all one in the same.



Standing there just mocking ya every move, making themselves stronger off you

Weak as you are ya fight back, making noise and ruckus about all around you

Fight ya way to the curb, make ya way to the street and blow the ignorance out

For sticks are twigs and men are nothing, blows are blocked and evil dispersed.



These all mighty wanna be playaz, the grimmey gun shooters with hate in their souls

Make ya feel incomplete and unwanted, cold and hated on, ya lose ya mind

Come correct or don’t bother to step foot in this game, take with you what’s yours

Make them know ya the one with the strength and power to overcome.



I know what I am, I see who you are, were the same and live the same hate

We love and give and get taken for fools, but now we see the truth and take back ours

I gave my heart and all, you gave your soul and truth, alone we suffer, and apart we cry

Stand near me, take my hand and understand I know your feelings, were one



You’re me and I’m you, in life we travel as one soul going forth to the end

We hit off on all that comes to us, destroying all evil that binds us down

We made it you and I, our friendship overcame because we knew who we were

You’re my soul, I'm your heart, and together we beat as a union of understandment



Illmatic stick figgaz standing in our way, illmatic shit figgaz now down below our knees

Ya came to us and thought you’d win; we came to you and put you in your place

Step off the court and fall off the backboard, for the ball is ours and this world our turf

We live and we own it, we are the few and only real friends around, were truest figgaz!