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Ahh *************t! |
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[prince ital] |
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Yeh |
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Everywhere i go |
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Nuff gunshot are firin out the ghetto area seen? |
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I haffa watch my back |
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Too much crack seen? |
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Watch yourself cuz nuff home-icide a gwan in de area |
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[daz dillinger] |
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I hear some *************z clockin major on the other side of town |
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Strictly slidin for a proper come up to come around |
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Called up the homies from way back, who dream of gettin paid |
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Then finally get paid with the amount of 80 g's |
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6:30 layin in cut, prepare to get ready |
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Me and ty grew up, ma*************n to get our feddi |
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Food stamps galore, kick in the door get on the floor |
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Make sure my homies get away smooth with the dough |
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A hardcore mother****** raised up not knowin |
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Now my dream is just a dream we're sellin **** and hoein |
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Moms can't tell me *************t, i make the rules that i live by |
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In and out the house, late at night, and plus i got high |
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The homies influenced me to be the g of all g's |
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Perfectedly innovated to all my homies |
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Pull out the riviera, plus i kick up dust |
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Pull out the brain, pull out the thang, ****** back and bust |
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It's just some gangsta *************t, goin down on the eastside |
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Some *************z who died and tried to whoride on mine |
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Pull on the 7 carter with the homey flossy floss |
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He's the homey from the beach who's known for takin off |
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Pile up the bird then swerve, conversate on smoke and submerge |
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Finger on the trigger, cons-templatin on a murder |
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I mean, takin life for life, cause it's right |
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*************t, *************z gotta do, to earn they stripes, straight merkin |
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Chorus: repeat 2x |
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It's some gangsta *************t, that's going down |
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Homicide, straight murder/homicide |
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It's some gangsta *************t, here in this town |
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Straight murder/[blank] |
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[daz dillinger] |
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Word on the street is that them dpg *************z shot they homeboy |
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Now the only sound in the town is gunfire |
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Going down i sport the crown i give it up on mother******s |
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When i roll through i thought you knew about them doggs in blue |
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Now forty-five, *************z bought em by the spot |
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I'm on alert i'm down to work every ************* that i shot |
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*************z skied out quick, around the block who know we comin back |
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Post up early on the attack |
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Slowly but surely spot an enemy slippin out his domain |
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Rode up on him and let him see the twelve gauge |
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The homey ty banged him on gp because we stuffed him then we bagged him |
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Cause he violated the rule of the streets |
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Two redrums under my belt, it felt good bout to murder |
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Haven't you ever heard of a murderer mother******? |
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Cause i'm, a straight gangsta, doin what i feel |
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*************z no need to tempt, for me to kill, straight blastin |
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The enemy, can't see the hoes who try to get with me |
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Understand where i'm comin from the d-p to the g-the-c |
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The *************z who trip, *************z that dipped |
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*************z that conversate with the bloods or crips |
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It's just a west coast thang, gangsta thang |
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*************z come around here but surely can't hang because-a |
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We don't hang with no bustas and sho' nuff |
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Don't hang with no fags and *************z down to blast, straight merkin |
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Chorus |
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Check it out |
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[kurupt the kingpin] |
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I heard *************z kickin static makin noise |
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Cold hearted wanna get it started with my boys |
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Automatic toys to tangle with *************z for profit |
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Got *************t on lockdown cause i lets the glock spit |
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Soon as d-a-z hits me on my hip, talk about chips |
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The game run heatin them clips, the gaze kicks |
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Automatic tech nine spits, i gotta |
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Roll with the pound that's the neighborhood of murder |
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Am i the only mother****** ridin? |
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Am i the only rider but i found a whole pound of *************z violent |
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I got the big homey ty money worldwide |
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From portland, oregon l.a. to the n.y. |
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I'm bout to crash in your door, unload the double four |
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Then stash it, then we blasted all we saw |
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The fo'-fo', the fo' double sparkin |
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The gang walkin up your hood like nuttin but trouble |
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We straight gangsta *************t |
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[prince ital] |
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That's right |
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We dat live by de knife will die by de knife |
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You betta try save your life |
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On your life dere might be a oversight |
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Take my ad-vice and jump inna your ride |
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Don't ar-gue with de death row pride |
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Dpg gangstaz they nah make you try |
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We got keep every stone you keep |
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In your life, you betta don't feel strife |
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We dat live by de knife will die by de knife |
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You betta try save your life |
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Oh lawd, oh lawd |
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Homicide it's a homicide |
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Oh lawd, oh lawd |
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Murderah it's a murderah |
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Oh lawd |
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[daz dillinger] |
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We're in this mother****** |
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Yo daz! |
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Ohhh *************t! *car crashes* |
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Y'all *************z alright? man ************* let's get out this mother****** |
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************* the cops comin *************! |