New yor undercover baby, whole lot of things done changed

It's alot of people puttin black eyes in the game, know what I mean

I had my glocked cocked, but took a fall now I'm off my feet

I gotta eat, so its back to these fuckin streets

And I will grow cause I'm an old timer

I bring the drama to any nigga, his baby or his fuckin mama

I gotta look like Tevin Campbell

But still I gamble, hustle and scramble

Cause money is muscle in this damn zoo

And in order to make it

You gotta take it

Be the boom blast boom spin

Don't break but don't fake it

That's why there's no guilt for these trife niggas blood I spilt

Took what they built, flippin their drug game on tilt

Cause in New York, dealin drugs is a sport

You either sell, smoke it shoot up or snort

Anyway your caught

And since I'm in it, now I'm in it to win it

Skies sets the limit

Ain't no being some motherfucker's lieutenant

Shit, from this point that's how I feel, I wanna fly

Yeah, its either doe or die

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It's like a jungle sometimes

It's like a jungle sometimes

It's like a jungle sometimes, the weed smoke makes me wonder

How I keep from going under

And other hoods I hang with

Mix slang in they language

Love, kickin that gang shit

Sellin on the same strip

Hustlin hard, no matter how much we hated

So dedicated, even our dreams are drug related

Shit, puff bananas

Not even the cops can stand us

Cause of the way we vanish, everytime they come to can us

25 we get the money live

Fuck all that funny jive

The streets is our only source to survive

And when corny teeny boppers think about tryin to stop us

I rather put your head, through the propella of a helicopter

Cause all my peeps be playin for keeps

Straight out the litter, so bitter

These bandits don't even need sweets

Bringin the ruckus, like some mad motherfuckers

Move at night like truckers

When suckers see us, they duck us

Shit, only the real can relate to the hungry man I try

It's either doe or die

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And ever since I was a tarface

Baby, watchin Scarface

I dreamed of guns and tons of coke in a car chase

A fat connect with a kingpin Colombian

Plus props for crooked cops, payin him tops not to run me in

Keepin my toaster in a shoulder holster

Havin hoes playin me closer

Sex on a silk sofa

Livin the life of the rich and trife

Rugged but sharp like a kitchen knife

Without stress from some bitchin wife

What a life

That's why I be on what I be on

Always ready a war for

Score a shoulder put me on

And until then, I won't sealin what I'm feelin

It was inside that I cried, but now its spillin

I'm goin all out

Until I fallout

So much of a menace, when I finish

Bilkin New York, I'll have to call out

On the run, cause I know feds will try and knock me

And railroad my soul to a hell hole if they got me

But not me

I'm goin out fightin until I fry

From hot lead no lie

Like I said its either doe or die

Chorus

Realizin the realism of life and actuality

Fuck whose the baddest

Through personal status, through pimps or salary

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If not why not

Either your in it, or your in the way Baby Pa

New yields, no quills

I want it all