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Rise Up (Instrumental)

Back on the grind, Molotov bottles and pipe bombs

There's war on the streets like Vietnam

Bodies is flung, enemies hung, capos is killed

Kidnap your family and wives with no guilt

No lines drawn, It's all out war for domination

Robbing safes in safe houses, no leaving traces

Destruction, Black mafiosos and militants

It's all for the king of New York and they killing it

Crime wave, rioting, streets flooded with blood

Bullet holes through tuxedos, wet suit skirts up

Big Kahuna with the cajones, come through with your homies

Shoot the Ruger where your dome is, while you in your chones

Then regroup up with my homies, less they can't run a crew

Split the loot up with the chromies, in a room with a view

Watch the corners, they on us, laying low with the clues

Guzzle cash, that's the walls of how to wait, got a few

I don't get out much, I'm in the cut with my crew

A clan of vicious guerrillas, banana clips aimed at you

Itchy fingers, malicious killers, valicious my troop

Come to pillage your village, level your root to the stoop

Trigonometry, honestly, nigga, I'm a G

Follow these streets scholarly, all would I do for this loot

Figure courage be piling the change upon us

To slaughter it, yeah, it's heartless, I've gotta get deadbeat loose

The Luger's rain, man, ain't nothing but purp bitch

That's the cane clan, they ain't nothing to fuck with

My tools say blam, change man to chump bits

Fools gonna lay in the Hudson or some ditch

Rolling slow with a gangster lean

Pimped out in the Coupe de ville '72

Lock and load on patrol, lotta hoes on the stroll

Give me street 411 like whoop-de-whoop

Where's the cane man? How many nights I live by this dupe?

Names change like slang, still be aiming to shoot

Call it pop-pop poacher and note the .45 will rise up

Message worth it's weight in gold, he a beast

When God made his son, he broke the mold

Crushing De Lucas, they tryna dismember cane, silly game

Watch his downfall, put an end to it

Street laws, gangsters pulling murders and drive-bys

New York city, flood the streets with cyanide, poison

The boys in blue don't want none of it

Watching cane ride the power, and I'm loving it

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