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(Verse 1) |
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I attack like the locust, I'm the loc-ist |
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Hit the studio, no hocus-pocus, I'm the dopest |
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Or the livest my game soread the widest |
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We the riders underworld soul surviving |
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Very dangerous if you try this it's no way you can get caught by us |
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We'll treat you like an outsider grip you like some plyers |
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Westside G-boy had no love in my fetal stages |
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Bust gages from a pee-wee to BG to teenage rampages |
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Outrageous I ain't the one to step to |
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I'll sting you like a killer bee and swarm like the wu (bzz-bzz) |
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I can't allow myself to get tricked |
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Catch the virus get sick gamble life get licked |
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I'm too sick learned all my game from a chick |
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Trying to save souls get rich so my dayz is strict |
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Bind the devil quick, kicked like a bruce lee flick |
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Feel the wrath from Shaft a first round draft pick |
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(Chorus) |
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Easily tricked out here |
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So many people sick out here |
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Nobody's getting love out |
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Only one way out here |
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(Verse 2) |
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Picture young solo sacked up with the dodo |
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In a broham 4 door with a nickel plated pearl handle 44 |
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Hustle on the low-low on the run from the po-po |
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Ear hustling snitches showing picture of my photo |
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So on the go though hit up the will with my logo |
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Blue paisley rag over my face kick the door-O |
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Pen U C dresses up like a hobo |
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I want the cash flow the berra bonds and the CoCo |
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If I don't slow my row I'll probably end up on the death row |
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A hot headed negro catch a right cross and a left blow |
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Smash a chevy pedal trapped in the ghetto |
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Till I make a mil and move to beveley hills like I Jethro |
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Shots echoed I blacked out and saw the Devil |
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Wile the homiez stood in a group and scooped dirt up on a shovel |
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Tik sand a mellow while Chille' Baby played the Chello |
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Repent from sin could thing be the end of S-O-L-O? |
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I saw a tunnel where Grace flowed like a funnel |
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I woke up dismantled grabbed my word up off the pannel |
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My survival manual reading the prophecies in Daniel |
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I ended up playing "Amazing Grace" on my piano |
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On my soulder sat a Dove rushing in like a flood |
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Rips dogs and street thugs- pounds & hugs a vision how life was |
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And could be should be in the hood |
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If we show some love |
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(Chorus) |
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(Verse 3) |
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I arise from the boon docks consume blocks when my toon knocks |
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Blow the speaker out ya boom box sipping apple juice on the two rocks |
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Who rocks like uncut from sun down to sun up |
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Run up and feel the wrath of a young nut on a come up |
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My games tight lost focus regain sight wreck a show |
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Collect dough on the same night it's alright |
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Needed help and I called Christ |
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2 G'z for life committee ride we all tight |
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(Chorus) |
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(Verse 4) |
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It's the lyrical miracle spiritual invasion raging |
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Leaving MC's physically critical while I'm trail blazing |
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Hot as cajun anointing raising when I'm prasing |
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Grazing through your mind cuss G-hop is so amazing |
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Reach row spect you ghetto to the fullest |
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Never let go show me love come on lets pull this |
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Got too many deing from bullets everyday |
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No matter what you say it's only one way! |
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(Chorus) |
