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Cappadonna - Get Away From The Door lyrics
F/ Inspectah Deck
 [Intro: Cappadonna]
 Yo! Get away from the door
 Everybody get the fuck back
 Staten Island, stand up
 [Cappadonna]
 I live a street life, nothin' but hard times and strife
 I be stuck on the block try'nna make things right
 Sold crack for a living, now I could write
 Not just for the paper, for the sacrifice
 Vibe with me, the cops come ride with me
 I'm all in the hood, yeah nigga, slide with me
 If the feds start lookin' for Don, survive with me
 Experience my I'll pain, the broke windows in the rain
 Crackheads goin' insane
 Marlo stuck dope in his vein, lift him up
 Bodies in the back of the hood, stiffen up
 It get ugly and shit, why it gotta be this?
 We came a long way, fuck cheaters
 We don't wanna bust the Heaterz
 No speakin' on the phone, we don't trust receivers (yeah)
 Park Hill be the real niggaz and Don' Divas (it ain't over, it just begun)
 [Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
 Enough of your bullshit, my niggaz'll pull quick
 Berettas and full quicks, guerillas and convicts
 Armed and dangerous, bombs and bangers, kid
 Stormin' the game with it, calm but anxious andCappadonna - Get Away From The Door - http://motolyrics.com/cappadonna/get-away-from-the-door-lyrics.html
 I'll whip yo ass for this, come with the cash or it's
 On with the blast and it's, gonna get hazardous
 Niggaz should know by now, niggaz should know my style
 Shaolin, hold me down, frontin', there goes the pow!
 [Cappadonna]
 Why it gotta be like this
 Police fightin' us with night sticks, niggaz carryin' ice picks
 Sometimes, niggaz we do crimes, I ain't gotta tell you
 Niggaz throwin' up signs, niggaz shipped to Bellview
 Son, don't let coke dog smell you
 Run if you packin' something, do what I tell you
 Skate, nigga, never let jake nail you
 I got caught up in the grind but I fell through
 Now I'm back on the spot, keep my eye on you
 Make a phone call, kid, or put a spy on you..
 And this is dedicated to all my niggaz in the ghetto
 Big dimes and C Rule, jugs of Palmetto
 I'm in too deep and I just can't let go
 Catchin' my pain, real niggaz that respect dough
[Chorus]
 [Outro: Cappadonna (sample)]
 It's my world!
 Fucked up... stick 'em! Ugh..
 2-4, Graveyard Shift
 (The names and the faces have changed
 But the game, is still the same...)











