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[Chorus] What makes a man a man, when his life is at stake And it's real, 'cause it's gotta get it's plates What kind of life we live, one of those lives We take cover and, cover your kids How far your gun can reach, it can reach as far As you want it, that's when a round'll release The power is the move in the streets Yeah, take my bread, yo, take this lead, yeah, a nigga got it [Verse 1] Yo, how the semi automat' 'em, leave 'em flat up on the poster I'm trying to push everything, from jets to the blow stuff Yo, get it right, pa, I slang cosa nostra I move around these fifty-two states, we just post up I got niggas'll that ride, and if the cops pull up Just splash the drain and run, we just blow stuff I'm not playing, pa, no, it's not a game I'ma bang them ten sharp pointy things through your coconut We dodge prison, got lawyers for that Holdings knots up through riddle shit, you know it's a rap Need I remind you, so many killas on my line, too We can form an army, get money and rhymes That's the breaks when it come to just getting papes No remorse, violate, we just take up the source I'm the Montana, with long hammers, the strong arm of the city It's just promotion on cameras [Chorus] What makes a man a man, when his life is at stake And it's real, 'cause it's gotta get it's plates What kind of life we live, one of those lives We take cover and, cover your kids How far your gun can reach, it can reach as far As you want it, that's when a round'll release The power is the move in the streets Yeah, take my bread, yo, take this lead, yeah, a nigga got it [Verse 2] Yo, we been the life of killas, ever since we was born First got on, we blast on gorillas Been taught from babies to bust three eighties, the skies just blaze Then come back, with your head in a jar My peoples is the most important part, yeah, take us apart Annihilate, fiends scrapping, we hating these czars Lions in the mountains, wolves in the hood With four pounders, how dare you lounge in the park It's ill how we setting standards, to let them cannoms slam you It's all strictly, pardon your art Yeah, the general's path to blow, I'm up laughing You fucked up, send 'em back, this the city of God It's all about holding houses, make men out of mouses Then drape little niggas with thousands We strive to build, the lives is real Eyes to kill, it's all about getting acres and marksmen [Chorus] What makes a man a man, when his life is at stake And it's real, 'cause it's gotta get it's plates What kind of life we live, one of those lives We take cover and, cover your kids How far your gun can reach, it can reach as far As you want it, that's when a round'll release The power is the move in the streets Yeah, take my bread, yo, take this lead, yeah, a nigga got it