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Hardcore, rugged and raw,
on the streets of New York, we live above the fucking law.
It don't matter the color of your skin,
as long as you not scandolous, commit no sin to me,
or my tribe.
Would not be wise.
Time to smell the ganja, open up your fucking eyes.
step back, keep your attitude in check,
and give the crack rock steady much respect.
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Often times I wonder why
There's love and hate, theres live or die.
When sickness comes I must decide:
When feelings go, theres suicide.
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