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    [Method Man, Raekwon, Ghostface:]
    Oh yeah, coming through with my Shaolin crew
    Two cent for a case, gimme St. Ide's brew
    In the midst of broken bottles and crushed up cans
    Methtical's in a jam, oh how dry I am
    With St. Ides in my system
    Crack another I'm blessed, let's go get the next one
    And get over, the object is to stay sober
    Lay on the sofa, better yet, dial my chauffeur
    Call me the Wallabee Champ, stretched out, could never be Son
    Ricochet daily hit the deli for a cold one
    Naturally blessed, yes, my rap is like a laser beam
    Laser beam, laser beam, laser beam

    [Alicia Keys:]
    Uh, yeah, okay
    Sing

    So we all got children, products of the ghetto
    Momma cooked us soup, daddy did the yelling
    Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon
    When he got pitched, he told them he wasn't tellin'
    Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook
    Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books
    Ghetto university, knowledge is all it took
    In a tenement I was listenin' to the hook
    Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cook
    When the feds comin', everybody get shook
    Now we doin' life like Eddie Murphy and Martin
    On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin

    The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
    Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts
    Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at
    Everybody got a past but you can never go back

    Sing
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)

    Tellin' you like it is, how we ever gon' live?
    If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?
    It's a revolving door, where brothers be doin' bids
    I know it sound wrong but the door will be what it is
    Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
    Broke parents and black cats give me heebie-geebies
    Life seems hard but nothin' ever comes easy
    Whatever's in the dark, can always become the light
    If you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?
    Gotta speak the truth when I'm up in the booth
    The streets be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof
    Poverty is a pain like you pullin' a tooth
    Told the streets don't let me go like I'm Bishop in Juice

    The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
    Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts
    Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at
    Everybody got a past but you can never go back

    Sing
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
    (Gotta sing)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)

    (She's a king)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
    Let me hear you say, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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