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(feat. AP-9, Spice 1) |
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[C-Bo] |
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I hits em up with a two finger |
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Out the roof of a regal |
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And combat fool |
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I m knowing to pack a |
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Desterin egal |
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Niggas know the rules |
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Under pressure from pete wilson |
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And all these new laws |
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For filling my draws |
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And never pause a straight hog |
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**** some dogs we want it all |
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Real nigga third |
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That dump slugs and share hood |
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You know what s up cuz |
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I put the dick in the mud |
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Know the california mind bosses |
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Stay surrounding with thugs |
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Get at me |
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Cuz my shit be a 100% real killas |
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Stranded in the ghetto paying |
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For protecting drug dealers |
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The love niggas |
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Down and dirty that plug niggas |
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And slug niggas in the face |
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With one of they pistols |
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And mug niggas |
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It s all about the power |
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So I count my money every hour |
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Hope my choppers devower the whole hood line |
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They cower |
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Like the duck hower |
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We leave em plucked ****ed and burning |
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Feening fo mo money as the world keeps turning |
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Nigga |
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[Chorus] |
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Round and round as the world keeps turning |
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My enemies burning |
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My enemies jurn these burning |
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When it stops nobody knows |
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I m busting slugs and fo s |
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I m busting slugs and fo s |
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Round and round as the world keeps turning |
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My enemies burning |
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My enemies jurn these burning |
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When it stops nobody knows |
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I m about to catch the do |
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Catch the do |
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[AP-9] |
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My henn full of smoke |
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I broke the flow to a nigga toe |
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Plus I m fresh out of dope |
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I need some mo |
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Cuz that s all I know |
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I be balling till I die |
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They wanna see me fried |
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For being a good guy |
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Through my eyes I m |
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Heck living barely breathing |
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Smoking weed with my og z |
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Ride till I d-i-e |
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Young G blessed in the dope game |
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Big boss and brains |
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Capping a nigga up in the game |
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My niggas with caine living |
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Life in the fast lane |
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Get a job nigga |
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Shoot and rob nigga for scrilla |
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Nation wide thug nigga |
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Me mug niggas and drug nigga |
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And slug niggas for the court phoney |
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And blow they ass up like pretty toney |
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They keep the rollies |
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My ap nine stay cocked |
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My mind military barely scary |
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You make a move your getting buried |
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In the cemetary |
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Thugged out beat it |
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Undefeated better believe it |
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When it s on as the world goes round |
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We blasting niggas with the chromes |
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[Chorus] |
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Round and round as the world keeps turning |
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My enemies burning |
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My enemies jurn these burning |
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When it stops nobody knows |
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I m busting slugs and fo s |
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I m busting slugs and fo s |
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Round and round as the world keeps turning |
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My enemies burning |
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My enemies jurn these burning |
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When it stops nobody knows |
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I m about to cash the do |
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Catch the do |
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[Spice 1] |
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As the world turns |
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We all get paid |
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Some niggas be shot up in graves |
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We stacking these meal tickets and |
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Leaving my enemies froze up and sprayed |
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Mobb cars and training these bitches trying to kill |
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We on some thug shit |
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Niggas be bobbing the steel killing at will |
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We on site and mobbing the **** out |
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Leaving niggas taking their last breath |
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Money and death |
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Dam my foes in combas stuck in the darkness |
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Mutha mix with half keys |
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Shot em staking in the alley |
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And niggas can t see these natural born killas |
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Up in cali |
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It s hardcore drama |
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Niggas be down up in the streets |
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Streaking heart beats for weeks |
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And enemies won t get no sleep |
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Mob techs and guage |
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Slugs we be dumping to the graves |
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Rearrange mutha****a pay |
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Bossaline with about three thangs |
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And a half a key to spend a daytin |
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Shooting po po up in the basement |
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And tryna to pull a nigga over |
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If mutha****a can t shake him |
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And a nigga won t rest in peace |
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Till my enemies burning |
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Bossaline be bringing the drama |
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As the world keeps turning |
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[Chorus] |
