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Double Cross Lyrics - 36 Seasons - Ghostface Killah

Cleaned up, now I gotta find Bamboo 

I changed shit on the block and got rid of the fools 

Things'll be different, no need to feel pressured 

No more drug houses, little kids could be treasured 

The streets ain't filled with crackheads and D's 

I go walk around my hood, nigga know my steez 

Philly, about to rebuild the nation 

Through the knowledge of self, through education 

 

Freeze, motherfucker. Hands, hands, let me see your hands. Get out of the car. Get out of the fucking car. Get out, I need some fucking dirt. Get on the fucking ground 

 

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I seen the police pull up, and rides hopped out 

Put your hand behind your back, you're guilty without a doubt 

What you mean, son? We built on this 

Illegal chokeholds, slap cuffs on my wrist 

I don't know what you talking about, boy, I'm the authority 

I'm just here to question up minority 

A thug drug pusher, violent man of deception 

And you just happen to fit the description 

 

Nigga, you just another pawn in my chess game. I taught you everything you know, I run this motherfucking city. Think you gon' fuck everything up? You got the right to remain silent. Anything you say will be used against you in the court of law. (Faggot ass police nigga, man) Nigga, you're going away for a long time 

 

Okay, I got it, niggas just set me up 

Do their dirty work and thrown behind bars 

You want wars? You got it - Tony ain't the one 

I told you before, I make murdering fun 

Gotta swindle the kid, have me masking your enemies 

It's all good in my chest, I got ten of these hearts 

And I vow for revenge 

Tony don't stand for crumbs and fake friends 

 

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It's funny, only if niggas really knew 

Got the keys to the city, I could kill a whole crew 

Put the squeeze on the willy, get silly, go fool 

Chop a nigga up, blame his body on his dude 

What it do? It's bigger than the boys in blue 

Beyond definition what this falls into 

M's in my optic, no ends to the profits 

Judges, prosecutors, politicians in my pocket 

Hostage, high life, living on the edge 

Toxic in hindsight, see me when I'm dead 

Pledge, sworn in to serve and protect 

What a web, catch a neck, then I'm onto to the next 

Shit be booing, played out scripts, need a new one 

I dare a nigga doubt what I'm doing 

Moving, cash rules everything around me 

Crown me, I'm trying to squeeze blood out the county 

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