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Yeah, right about now |
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Motherfuckers is layin for a nigga like me, |
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Ice-TTo bust some freestyle shit but |
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I don't do that |
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I just cold lounge up here at the ammo dump |
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With my nigga |
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Aladdin, S |
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LJ, LP and my nigga |
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Henry GYeah, we do the shit like this |
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The card after the ace is deuce |
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So cut the nigga loose on the 3 |
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That's me, the motherfuckin', |
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TI got ride on my surfboard, rhyme hard |
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But only buy the shit that |
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I can't afford |
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That's everything, that's why |
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I truck big fat rings' |
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Cause in the motherland gold is for kings |
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I got backup to jack up, punks who try to act up |
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Do a world tour, watch the big bank stack up |
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Motherfuckers get dropped with the quickness |
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I got an ill left and a right fist make mistakes |
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And you'll lose or you might die 'cause |
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I'm the wrong |
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Ice for your bruise and that's no lie |
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Meanwhile the penile is stacked to the top |
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With my niggaz, mostly for squeezin' triggas |
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I call 'em homies, pigs call 'em crooks |
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So I write and put bucks on they books |
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I give a fuck about a cop or a |
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G manThey all talk shit, their breath smellin' like semen |
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I catch 'em in the alley all alone |
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Put 'em in the prone, pop, pop, pop to the dome |
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It's the G-style |
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Gangsta style |
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G style, the gangsta talk, |
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I got a Teflon .9 |
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And it eats vest, |
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I take a motherfucker out quick |
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Just for talkin' shit, ride rolls, catch hoes like a mitt |
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L.A., Atlanta, |
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New York, yo, my shit rocks |
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Chi-town, |
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Miami, Detroit, |
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I get much props |
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Because I roll with the hardcore |
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GEvery street's the same street to me |
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I don't bullshit, |
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I don't quit writin' a rhyme fit |
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K K K pray each day that |
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I get hitMotherfuckers try to flip on the |
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IcepickMove and slip, close the eyes and catch a fuckin' clip |
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Not in the ghetto no more but |
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I do hangGot a black game and it's sittin' on them thangs |
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I kick the game from the street not the slamma |
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Tighten up my knockas with a big lead hammer |
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It's the G-style |
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Gangsta style |
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Some of the times, |
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I write my raps with extreme speed |
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Some of the times, |
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I take the pen and make pads bleed |
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My mind clicks to homicide, bullets fly, ladies cry |
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A lot of people die, some nights |
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I can't right |
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Stare at the blue lines, |
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I think, I'm a go blind |
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Then the beat becomes me sit in the dark |
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And write a whole fuckin' |
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LP, G Style, the gangsta talk |
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Never near soft, hard as a knockout 'bout |
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It's no sellout, |
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I keep crime in my rhyme' |
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Cause it's my thing, packed with guns and drugs |
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And lots of street slang, |
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A B C D E |
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F and LAPD |
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Words from a motherfuckin' |
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OG, ammo dump |
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Pumps the sounds that you bump in your trunk |
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So turn it up punk, what'cha 'fraid of? |
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What'cha made of? |
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Pull the pin, set the grenade off, blastin' sounds out ya jeep |
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On every city street, nigga, straight gangsta beat |
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It's the G-style |
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Gangsta style |
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Many like to dress the style and act hardcore |
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Many motherfuckers are and they crack jaws |
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I like to lay in the cut in a nightclub, don't smoke bud |
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Drink suds but |
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I gets loved, mack, cool |
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I scope the freak with the mad backs |
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Hit her with the gangsta style, cool, relaxed, bam |
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Put her in the |
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Benz, bump, |
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Too Short, let her know |
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Right off the top, what's my sport, you think long |
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You think wrong, you got it goin' on, baby doll |
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But I won't sing you no love song, you either love me |
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Or you don't, you're either rollin' tonight or you won't |
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She likes the style, 'cause it don't bullshit around |
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Tongue in my ear, real slow and then it went down |
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I gotta flip into a ill mode, pack a clip full of hype tracks |
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And then unload music for the hardcore beat down |
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No weak pop shit, strictly underground |
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And if you don't like the style as |
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I get wreck |
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Ease back nigga, catch a knife through the neck |
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It's the G-style |
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Gangsta style |