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  • "Late last nighttwo undercover police officers
  • were foundbrutally murdered in a Fort Greene
  • apartment building in BrooklynNew York.
  • At this timepolice have no suspects.
  • Now to the weatherbut first..
  • G tell em what time it is!"
  • [Kool G. Rap]
  • I got a chance to get some money so I'm takin it
  • No jokebecause this bein broke shit just ain't makin it
  • Cause I grew up in the fast line
  • See my pops ran the numbers and my moms held the blackjack games
  • Now I'm able to leave the cradle
  • I don't remember the dinners, only the kilos on my kitchen table
  • Sittin right beside a pistol
  • And I'm watchin my pops, pick up bricks made out of crystal
  • While he was countin the green
  • I seen nothin but strainers, containers, scales and rocks on a triple beam
  • People was too afraid to stick him up
  • Because he had the most notorious brothers to come and pick him up
  • When I reached ten years old
  • I never recalled seein any more money and drugs in the household
  • Cause now pops was on his feet
  • And to keep us from gettin hurt he kept his dirt in the street
  • And if he tried to attack, your family's wearin black
  • because he just got your death, put on a contract
  • Another sucker to rub
  • Even my mother's walkin around packin a .357 snub
  • And many cops dropped dead
  • I seen a man pull out a pistol and blow off an undercover's head
  • Cause it's hard to get by
  • And that's why, when you're young in the streets
  • you gotta live and let die
  • Some say this ain't the life to choose
  • Rage is snapped away you get a page in the Daily News
  • But I just wanna get paid off
  • Cause if I was workin a regular nine to five I'd get laid off
  • Some people say, sellin weight, is a death date
  • But I can't wait, to set up shop, in the next state
  • I ain't worried bout a brother tryin to take mines
  • Cause my plot comes with a hundred shot nine
  • Police are right on my heels
  • But I'm always one step ahead of the punks makin dope deals
  • They can't stop me cause I'm proper
  • And if they ever try to raid they better bring choppers or helicopters
  • I broke a lot of punks ribs
  • Dumpin they bodies in lots, then I ran and shot up the cribs
  • Because a brother ain't fakin it
  • If there's a record for killin the most niggaz then yo I'm breakin it
  • I wish a brother would flex
  • I spray him up and then take all of his money and give his girl sex
  • That's how I'm livin in the street
  • You either give a sucker two in the head, or you'll be dead meat
  • I'm sendin punks six feet deep
  • And gettin money in lumps, cause this ain't Twenty-One Jump Street
  • You wanna stop what I supply
  • Aiyyo, the hell with that, I gotta live and let die
  • Police, police! Everybody down, everybody down!
  • Don't *****ing move, get down! *beep beep*
  • Hey, where is everybody? *Beep Beep*
  • Look, there's nobody here *BEEP BEEP BEEP*
  • What's that *****ing noise? *BEEP BEEP BEEP!*
  • It's a bomb, it's a bomb, let's go
  • Get the ***** out of here! *flatline sound*
  • You gotta live and let die *explosion*
  • Forget all that bullshit about savin the soul
  • Some chump'll pump your ass full of bulletholes
  • So I'm out to make a killin
  • And all you suckers are chillin cause I ain't just an ordinary villain
  • I got a rep for mass murder
  • If you look bigger, I just pull the trigger, a female I just hurt her
  • I got the .38 long
  • But a dame can get the same if she's comin out of her mouth wrong
  • And if you try to oppose this
  • next time you see your mother she'll be covered with roses
  • It ain't about a fair fight
  • Because I only get open for smokin suckers in daylight
  • Another punk bites the dust
  • Cause I just bust blood out your butt like pus
  • The broke life I ain't missin
  • Because now I got a lot, and that's more than a pot to piss in
  • And if I'm sellin you ki's
  • Just put the G's on the bed, and then go head and take a freeze
  • And while you're numbin your tongue with the yum yum
  • I pull out a gun, cause I want every last crumb
  • I put a slug in your face
  • Then I waits to start packin the trap back in the suitcase
  • Another punk had to fry
  • I don't want to do it but yo I gotta live and let die
  • "Earlier this morning, five cops were killed
  • and six were wounded in a raid gone bad.
  • Police have no leads. For any information,
  • please call, 1-800-Stool-Pigeon.
  • Now back to you Rob."
  • "A forty-nine year old unidentified male
  • went berzerk last night, openly firing
  • with a twelve gauge shotgun in a crowded
  • downtown resteraunt. 14 people are dead
  • including three children and four others
  • suffered serious injuries. Police have
  • a suspect in custody but are not releasing
  • any information until they complete their
  • investigation.."

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