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"Shit! Rick! |
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C'mon man! " |
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"Ricky! " |
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"Help me! Help me! Somebody, help me! " |
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"Ricky, Ricky! " |
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"Ricky! " |
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Blood of a slave, heart of a giant |
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Had to leave Aftermath, Dre said I was too defiant |
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That was five years ago, look how fast it go |
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Destroyin' Interscope, shot myself like Plaxico |
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But **** that, blaze one, where the matches yo? |
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Hit the freeway and see how fast the Aston go |
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Roll the window down, clip off the ashes so |
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You can see all my diamonds and how much cash I blow |
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How many bitches I ****, how many cars I drive |
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How many goons I got, count 'em and they all outside |
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Niggas try to shut me up like Malcom |
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But standin' in the window caine smoking was the outcome |
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Sometimes I get a little stressed and pop a Valium |
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Hit Hollywood late night and knock down a stallion |
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So niggas think twice about my medallion or |
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You'll hear Cuba Gooding yelling "Ricky! " |
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My nostalgia is one hundred percent Compton and zero percent snitch |
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Park a Bentley and the Phantom on blocks while I use the bitch |
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Made the Cincinnati fitted more famous than Griffey did |
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And just to think, several years ago they tried to split his wig |
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Two to the chest, struck his heart, one hit his rib |
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Then I blacked out, like a movie, all I could hear... |
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Feelin' all ****ed up, woke up to a doctor |
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All I could think about, was that the cops took my weed and my choppers |
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They want me to sing, like Sinatra, I told the detective |
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Get this clear like Belvedere vodka |
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Them five shots created a monster |
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Hell's Kitchen comin' straight out of Compton |
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I seen Boyz in the Hood, Morris Chestnut was a actor |
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2Pac was the real life "Ricky! " |
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Then they shot down the nigga that shot him, I swear to God |
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If I'm lying then Compton is New York and I'm Rakim |
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I'm from where niggas get murdered over stock rims |
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And punched in the jaw just for a cocked brim |
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Nobody mama let the cops in, we ain't got no options |
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Wanted to be a boxer, but I was boxed in |
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Then my grandmother house went up for auction |
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And that's what killed her, I'm goin' back to buy the block then |
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Too many niggas locked in, dig up Cochran and defend all my niggas |
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With they faith under stockings, rather face God then 25 with no options |
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If Compton ain't the murder capital, we in the top ten |
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Drive by with our face painted, like a clown |
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With a tre-pound, forty shells bouncin' off the ground |
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This how my living room sound, when my brother got shot down... |
