America Is Dying Slowly, A Red Hot Compi

NYC, word up<br><br>Verse 1: Prodigy, A.C.D.<br><br>M-O-B-B D-E-E-P, A.C.D. burn sometin<br>Let`s get lifted, Queens is you wit me<br>Niggas` shifty, I turn around, a kid tried to hit me<br>I back him down wit the 50-50<br>It had to been the thug in me, ya tunnel bang and come and get me<br>The first five hundred bitches free<br>He kid with the god jewel and let all my gods come thru<br>Live niggas on this side of the bar, you get smacked, boo<br>and fucked too, shit on me? Well then, fuck you<br>Gone wit your high class ass if you want to<br>Outta state you be suckin me off and breakin off<br>Weed bitch stinks of stallion but my dick went soft<br>My Mobb got in lock wit Masterlock, het getcha locks picked<br>Run up in your spot, mask-n-glove shit<br>Queens niggas involved with thug shit, you get lumpded<br>Crank, we in the bathroom thumpin<br><br>To the three-time losers, alcohol abusers<br>Big money spenders and the Ebineezer Scroogers<br>Thugs holdin fort wit the sixteen shot Rugers<br>The CREAM that I redeem will bring a Lex and Landcruiser<br>Dominant chapter, assassinin` the obsolete<br>and my Mobb comes Deep to put the wind beneath your feet<br>My heart`s harder than concrete, and nervous streets<br>be walked offbeat but still thugs carry heats<br>I get deeper than skin, paragraphs from within<br>Dear lord, my life is trife, please forgive for me sins<br>My kin stay my kin, ain`t no room for extra friends<br>One love to my thugs up north in the pens<br>Be a prophet to raise, beat my speech on stage<br>Nemesis renegade, breakin down barricades<br>These days are gettin rough, `nother brother handcuffed<br>Fallen victim to the gameis like style`s corrupt<br><br>Chorus: <br><br>My crime niggas livin - street life<br>Them Queen niggas livin - street life<br>My drug niggas livin - street life<br>My street niggas livin - street life<br>You thug niggas livin - street life<br>NYC livin - street life<br>My Mobb niggas livin - street life<br>What?<br><br>Verse 2: Havoc, A.C.D.<br><br>For every rhyme I write, reality bites<br>My clique keeps shit rolled too tight<br>Regulate and know the rule<br>I gets some insight plus info, do stickers with my kickos<br>My .44 will burn that ass like goin raw with nymphos<br>So protect your lifestyle, rock your vest<br>or get your teflon put to the motherfuckin test<br>State pen put on points, son you know<br>Stay on the low, got the back, oh-no-no<br>When I`m on a dough blow, got ta guard you now<br>Kid, you wanna get foul, so now I gotta put that ass back on profile<br>Change your character, you ain`t got stamina<br>Nigga get that dough, I ain`t mad at`cha<br>The Infamous handle business, gonna make mines<br>forever, son, kid you heard it thru the grapevine<br><br>To my royal thug commitees and outlaws that live the life of Frank Nitty<br>The big city mobster, the C-to-D ???? has made the<br>god unholy, skies forever watch me<br>The prophecy, another chapter, there`s no stoppin me<br>Propagation, my life story is far from fiction<br>cos at one time, the .44 bullets took the world, bring sparks and friction<br>I anaylse this `erb so I roll with trife characters<br>The hardest for the world to cap, and shiner like a <br>full carat diamond with perfect designin<br>Philly`s and 9 mili`s and Coupe De Villey`s forever reclinin<br>To the shoot, physicals in this paradox<br>The world is hot and my plot is to receive grands and yachts<br>Until then I be a trife individual, dwellin in these days<br>Scorch from the deeez plus the sun`s rays<br>Dead President dreams and million dollar schemes<br>Killer Queens, the land of CREAM fiends<br>A.C.D. the world terrorist<br>Stainless Rugers for the intruders and my cipher`s Infamous<br>Thru New York and worldwide, we penetrate your inside<br>*?Diamond did?* drama, son, and 9 clips so prepare fro heaven`s ride<br><br>Chorus:<br><br>A.C.D. livin - street life<br>My ice niggas livin - street life<br>Them jewel rockin niggas livin - street life<br>Them crack niggas livin - street life<br>Them coke-sellin niggas livin - street life<br>Word, NYC livin - street life