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[Intro] 
(Yeah. Yo. What's up  yo?) 
What's up? (You got that shit  right?) 
Yeah. I got it. (Good let's go then.) 
*police siren* Ah  fuck! 

[Remedy] 
Check your mirror  the scence couldn't get no clearer 
Exhaling you with intentions of nailing you 
They heard about canary rap sung through word of mouth 
Blow your engine out beyond regional doubt 
The stash house  next crash house 
The thirty six z's for a brick in the smash house 
Sealing his pump jacks, release the pressure vac' 
Pressed the powder pack, craving gets that 
Cock my hammer back, what the fuck you looking at? 
With your hat turned back, dipped down in black 
These twenty two CI's like you and me, street guys 
The eyes of the yellow man disguised in lies 
They got the okay to make buys, slaughter the flies 
On the rise, planning my dimise 
Lucky if you see the next day, never dawned on you 
Sun rise, open up your eyes, yo, thier on to you 

[Chorus: Remedy] 
Sunlight shines on my steel, everything is real 
What I see, what I feel 
Face the fears, yo, what's the deal? 
We must conceal, take a spin on life's wheel 

[Remedy] 
I'm on the lane with a package of raw 'cane 
And I'm waiting for a pick-up, carrying like stick-up 
Licking my lips out, fast flips, dips for action 
Cash rules, my only attraction 
My man selling point, v'fer grams off his beeper 
Let it be, come see me, I've got the same shit cheaper 
Check the spot, the whole shit's hot 
It's dead on the block cuz somebody talks a lot 
Yo, forget me not, two kids shot, in future not 
Knew the plot, blew the spot, never forgot 
>From South Beach to Springville in big body benzes 
Through New York to the landfill and we're making no menzes 
Level four vests and zoom lenses 
The bully all high and them Shaolin Island kids profiling 
It take place, no discrimination of race 
What a waste for the spotlight just to get a taste 

[Chorus] 

[Remedy] 
Maybe the kid you're running with's and informant 
He got a fat file with the DA that just lay dormant 
Inditments for quigles, convictions followed appeals 
And dismissals got you thundering, can't help but wondering 
The club scene, a hundred books of acid and who's on exstacy 
Who sniffs shit and who's right next to me? 
Big John's on a cycle of steroids 
Him and his boys got behind, we've gotta go kill the noise 
Put my life in my man's, hitting speed 
On one fifty, one fifty-five, closing in on one sixty 
A pound a month habit, son, I can't stop smoking 
No joking, you never know, I'll probably die choking 
Smoking weed and leaves with Albanian thieves 
Together plotting up schemes that we all believe 
Mad tricks up the sleave and 
We know when you're coming and leaving 
and we gotta get even 
Sunlight shines on my steel, everything is real 
Pray and kneal, take a spin on life's wheel 

[Chorus]

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