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(feat. Daz Dillinger) |
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(Police officer talking) |
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(Bad Azz talking) |
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I guess they think since Pac died, we gon' let up or somethin |
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Rest In Peace Mr. Shakur, whyn't we let these niggas have it |
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(Daz) |
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?? back home, ??? for shit, c'mon |
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Pick a couple of these niggas off, choke and it's on |
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Nine millimeter tec's and big heaters |
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We greet 'em with death and show 'em that they can't defeat us |
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By any means, a call from here to get rid of y'all |
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It don't stop, until my casket drop |
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Get my palms red |
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And it read one of us'll be dead a week later, L-Dog'll get it |
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The beef, to make sure none of y'all get is |
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Shoot up his crib and came back to show him what he did |
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See there won't be no tomorrow |
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Somebody got's to die, not tonight or tomorrow |
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I blaze a blunt, and bring the funk |
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Pop the trunk, get the gauge with the sawed-off pump |
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Get Mr. Bad, hop in the back |
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And skate out to show these suckas what we talkin about |
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(Chorus) |
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Don't wanna die |
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And don't be ready, gon' ride |
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Look into my eyes realize |
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That a nigga's gonna ride |
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Don't wanna die |
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And don't be ready, gon' ride |
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Look into my eyes realize |
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That a nigga's gonna ride |
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Don't wanna die |
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(Bad Azz) |
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Who me? I mean death before dishoner |
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Find what corner they hang on so we can roll up on 'em |
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Jump out on 'em, click, pull the pump out on 'em |
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Whose the punk out of 'em, blast and dazzle, Bad mash 'em |
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Thrashin, heat on these decilous streets |
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Sayin shoot until I ruined all my enemies feats |
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Nigga fuck rappin, we into killin and scrappin |
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Over bullshit that happened, nigga duckin while we cappin |
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And FUCK you niggas, hatin little Pac imitators |
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Wanna be Outlawz, nigga Snoop the Top Dogg |
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Turn rappers into ???, tell 'em who's the ?? Chronic |
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These slugs, for you wanna be thugs, we stay up on it |
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Nigga don't it feel good to be a D.P.G. |
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We escaped from Death Row, you're still locked in the click |
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I'm in Detroit with five niggas, two glocks in my mit |
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When you see us better pop 'fore you shot, what you thinkin |
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(Chorus) |
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(Daz) |
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I'm out for the niggas who die, my instinct is prime |
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Time to time ask why do guys shout "die" |
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In a quick fast, I mash, that nigga Daz and Bad smash |
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That's how your homie got satched |
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We don't take shit, whether Blood or Crip |
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You'll get your ass kicked nigga come talkin that shit |
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I'm ??? ??? murder in ??? |
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And yet, and still I ain't ??? 'em out |
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(Bad Azz) |
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And don't forget you're in L.A., fool stompin you out |
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Anywhere out of town it's a gun in your mouth |
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Me, I hate to have to turn and pullin burners |
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We ain't learnin, it ain't healthy |
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You'll turn up dead before you wind up wealthy |
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So much jealousy and hate in every city, every state |
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Since it ain't no love, say goodnight after I hate you |
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Any playa that's in love with life, I can't relate to |
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Just say God, please bless your soul, before they take you |
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(Chorus) |
