Pete Rock - Trouble Man (Sign of the Times) lyrics

[Inspectah Deck] Check out the avenue, New York, New York the Rotten Apple We grapple in the streets to stack loot and slip the shackles I'm currently, servin twenty-nine to life Duckin the searchlight, no sleep for like the third night The big life is trife, got the young kids hyped Cops shoot on sight, heat pipe be blowin through the night The land where you ain't fam, there's no pity Similar to Chocolate City, ten times gritty Hittin hard, liquor's God, n***as plottin on the come off And come off, quicker than the clothes on the stripper And slide like she doin up and down the railing b**h tailing in the Range with Golden Arms smooth sailin The clock's tickin, somebody's on the block snitchin The plot thickens, phones are tapped, cops listen Too hot for prison, plus too cold to hold my girl Cause I married this life and she's my whole world Chorus: {unknown singer} It's just a sign of the times Calmly listen - to these lines.. I'm goin out of my mind Livin - the street life.. [Inspectah Deck] Aiyyo, aiyyo Make me wanna holla way they do my life My life, is like a carousel one endless night Where most die for pies, some holdin their chrome A large percent die for causes not even their own When the Inspectah Deck be long dead and gone Long live the INS clone they workin on Til then, I hold a section, I stand alone no co-defendant Showin the weapon, this saga had no story endin It's ghetto heaven, and at the same time hell - shots propel The one that missed me got Chanel In the future ruled by computer, I self tutor The music is the simulator, facin the user I do it for those who walk the same road And no regrets do I hold for the path I chose No sleep since the intro, patrol the windows I reminisce, with the chalice and my eyes half closed If I could do it again, I'd probably do it the same Thought I was through with the game, I'm goin through it again The hood life, I'm in it to the limit Couldn't quit it for a digit, die for it cause I live it Chorus [Inspectah Deck] Yo, been around the world but just can't seem to leave The state of mind that causes tangled web I weave Made my home in the heart of it Move like Seagal, "Hard Target" Most want no part of it, it's logic Cutthroat party in the Shark Pit Cold blooded souls carry bulldogs and oxes, knowledge this Maintain and remain sane In the cold world where the rules ain't changed Still Rebel to society, government be eyein me They probably watchin me right now as I'm speakin But all I'm guilty of is teachin you the truth They got proof, so you know I'll be home before the weekend The hood life, I'm in it to the limit In it from the scrimmage, livin it, lovin every minute And every hour, til the powers that be Eventually stress me to the d**h "Y'all know the science right?" "d**h with the intellect" "aight.. aight.." "Represent, I make it hot" "13th.. chamber.. specialist.. from the Bricks" Chorus {unknown singer} Street life.. so trife.. Street life.. for life.. Feels like.. feels like.. My paradiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiise.. "Yeah y'all.. uh-huh.." (7X to fade)