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1  [Intro - Paul Cain]1
  Yeah, Desert Storm niggaz, Cain  Yeah, Desert Storm niggaz, Cain
1  Ghetto, I got these niggaz man              Ghetto, I got these niggaz man (uh huh) 1
2  Clue,          I'm the first line of defense           Clue! (yeah), I'm the first line of defense (yeah) 2
3  (Yeah)                                               And I'ma show 'em what that means (yeah) 3
1  (Yeah)   1
4  And I'ma show 'em what that means   [Chorus 1 - Paul Cain]              4
5  (Yeah)                                                                    I know these niggaz hoped I wouldn't make it - fuck you 5
6                                                                 Your hatred only made me wanna cake ya - fuck you 6
2  I know these niggaz hoped I wouldn't make it, fuck you   2
3  Your hatred only made me wanna cake ya, fuck you   3
  Wherever I see you nigga I'ma buck you  Wherever I see you nigga I'ma buck you
7  And put a hole in your chest that's big enough to drive a truck through   And put a hole in your chest that's big                                       7
8                                          enough to drive a truck through 8
4  I bring the drama back where you lives, flatter your wiz   4
5  Reload and then point the Mag at your kids   5
6  So what I sound remorse, the records I still peep guns on me   6
7  But the difference now is only Deserts   7
      
9  If I talk it's gonna be reckless, I'm ready to die   [Verse 1 - Paul Cain]                                     9
2  I bring the drama back where you lives, splatter your wiz2
3  Reload and then point the Mac at your kids3
4  So what I Signed wit sony records I still keep guns on me4
5  But the difference now it's only Deserts5
6  If I talk it's gonna be reckless; I'm ready to die6
  So when I apply pressure, niggaz gon' respect it  So when I apply pressure, niggaz gon' respect it
10  Tote       guns to rob niggaz, I told 'em to use   yall Toat guns to rob niggaz, I toat 'em to use 10
11  And leave enemies of friends that like broken and bruised   2 leave enemies & friends alike       broken and bruised 11
12                                                                       They ain't crazy, they just broke and confused; cross me 12
8  They ain't crazy, they just broke and confused, cross me   8
  And they'll be talks of how they found the man smoked on the news  And they'll be talks of how they found the man smoked on the news
13  I'ma career crook    they used a mug shot from my graduation picture   I'ma career crook - they used a mug shot for my graduation picture 13
14  And my junior high school yearbook   In my junior high school yearbook 14
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  Paul Cain never appear shook  Paul Cain never appear shook
15  Yeah, I might talk to my enemies but never police          Yeah I might talk to my enemies but never police (nah) 15
16  You wanna converse it better be brief, you ain't gotta say much   You wanna converse it better be brief; you ain't gotta say much 16
  Show me the money and the cheddar'll speak  Show me the money and the cheddar'll speak
17                                                         If it ain't involvin bread, I ain't with it 17
18  If it ain't involvin' bread, I ain't with it                                                                          I don't need D's on me, I'm already dodgin Feds 18
10  I don't need D's on me, I'm already dodgin' Feds   10
  When the shots from the revolver spread  When the shots from the revolver spread
  Duck, I don't discriminate, leave CEO's and artists dead  Duck, I don't discriminate, leave CEO's and artists dead
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  Make slugs a part of his head  Make slugs a part of his head
  Vanish then pop up in a SL double nickel, scarlet red  Vanish then pop up in a SL double nickel, scarlet red
  Fuck you I'm tryna get my cash right  Fuck you I'm tryna get my cash right
  All my niggaz flip birds and blast pipes, addicted to the fast life  All my niggaz flip birds and blast pipes, addicted to the fast life
19                                                          Live everyday like my last night; OD'in on X 19
20  Live everyday              like my last night, od'in or X   When I got signed like Len Bias on draft night (yeah) 20
21  When I got signed like Len Bias on draft night   Niggaz (uh), Street Dreams (yeah) (uh), (yeah)                   21
12  (Yeah)   12
22  Niggaz                    [Chorus 2 - Fabolous] 22
23  Street Dreams                                           I see ya faggot ass schemin - fuck you 23
24  (Yeah, yeah)                                               Bitch you don't wanna swallow semen - fuck you 24
25                                                                   No you hate the way I'm "Street Dreamin" - fuck you 25
26               I see ya faggot ass schemin',                   fuck you   That's why I ridin, clappin, wit the .40 Cal screamin - fuck you 26
13  Bitch you don't wanna swallow semen, fuck you   13
27  No you hate the way I'm street dreamin', fuck you   [Verse 2 - Fabolous]                                         27
28  That's why I ridin', clappin', wit the .40 Cal screamin', fuck you   When      I pulled                 the 5 out; I kinda expected 28
29                                                                                   For the backstabbers, to be standin behind me, wit they knives out 29
14  When I pulled the 5 out, I kinda expected   14
15  For the back stabbers, to be standin' behind me, wit they knives out   15
  Then the Range, wit the fins drove in  Then the Range, wit the fins drove in
30  I wasn't shocked to see my foes, dressed in friends clothin'   I wasn't shocked to see my foes, dressed in friends clothin 30
31                                                                But - I still pull through the stuy; wit handguns 31
16  But I still pull through the sty, wit handguns   16
  As big as the one, Robocop pulled from his thigh  As big as the one, Robocop pulled from his thigh
32  You prolly heard about the bullets I buy and how it look like   You prolly heard about the bullets I buy; and how it look like 32
33  I'm throwin' batteries, when the bullets shoot by   I'm throwin batteries, when the bullets shoot by 33
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  So what, you wear a vest, why would I care  So what, you wear a vest, why would I care
  If I aim for ya chest, that be a good idea  If I aim for ya chest, that be a good idea
34  Nigga, it's nothing to clap ya but I'm more worried   Nigga, it's nothing to clap ya; but I'm more worried 34
  Bout the groupie cops, who wanna put they cuffs on a rappa  Bout the groupie cops, who wanna put they cuffs on a rappa
35                                                                   That's why I'm limpin off wit a freak; and a lawyer 35
18  That's why I'm limpin' off wit a freak and a lawyer   18
  Who woulda got O.J. Simpson off in a week  Who woulda got O.J. Simpson off in a week
36  I could show you how to blow up on ya own in a Benz   I could show you how to blow up on ya own; in a Benz 36
37  That'll hit a buck and make the windows go up on they own   That'll hit a buck! and make the windows go up on they own 37
38                                                       Wit a stash box compartment for; a handgun 38
19  Wit a stash box compartment for a handgun   19
  That make holes the size of peep holes, on apartment doors  That make holes the size of peep holes, on apartment doors
39  My closet look like department stores and you wonder why   My closet look like department stores; and you wonder why 39
40  Ya girl's comin' home, wit a cigar sip for   Ya girl's comin home, wit a cigar scent for 40
41                                                           Cause I just dump the light Dutch master guts 41
20  'Cause I just dump the light Dutch, mash the guts   20
  You won't believe how much ass I touch  You won't believe how much ass I touch
  Who else struts pass the sluts, and a chain wit so much  Who else struts pass the sluts, and a chain wit so much
42  Ash and cuts, that it hangs much pass the nuts   Acid      cuts, that it hangs much pass the nuts 42
43                                                                      That's why I get followed by broads; wit deeper throats 43
44  That's why I get followed by broads wit deeper throats   Then the people at the circus, that be swallowin swords 44
45  Then the people at the circus, that be swallowin' swords                                         Y'all hopin                           that the Don fall off; but my money's long enough 45
46  Y'all hopin' that the Don                   fall off but my money's long enough   To keep shootin ya bank until, ya arms fall off                                 46
47  To keep shootin' ya bank until, ya arms fall off   I'm eatin, and I ain't have to use someone's utinsels 47
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22  I'm eatin', and I ain't have to use someone's utinsels   22
  And when you clean as me, you know that every bum is against you  And when you clean as me, you know that every bum is against you
48  But please don't let someone convince you to test the kid   But please don't let someone convince you; to test the kid 48
  And get hit wit slugs as long, as a No. 2 Pencil, fucka  And get hit wit slugs as long, as a No. 2 Pencil, fucka
      
49  I see ya faggot ass schemin', fuck you   [Chorus 2 - 2x]                            49
23  Bitch you don't wanna swallow semen, fuck you   23
24  No you hate the way I'm street dreamin', fuck you   24
25  That's why I ridin', clappin', wit the .40 Cal screamin', fuck you   25
26   26
27  I see ya faggot ass schemin', fuck you   27
28  Bitch you don't wanna swallow semen, fuck you   28
29  No you hate the way I'm street dreamin', fuck you   29
30  That's why I ridin', clappin', wit the .40 Cal screamin', fuck you   30
      


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