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Believe all what you see, and 50% of these tapes |
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Cause half these rap niggas is fake |
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Cousin we bang hard even behind bars |
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With c.o's and guards, my niggas run the yard |
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They knocking' |
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Messy Marv, cause the dope so clean 415, |
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B.G.F, crips, and 14 |
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I'm a top hat rap cat you niggas locals |
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And couldn't recognize the game with bi-locals |
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I'm big shit and operation by a coastle |
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And the mob woke up when we suppose to |
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Keep a bitch broke, keep a keep a bitch broke |
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Keep a bitch broke, keep a keep a bitch broke |
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Ain't no jobs niggas so we forced to sale dope |
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And roll with all gold and chrome on one spoke |
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I hit yo house party jeweled and bandana |
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I'm from the |
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Cartel the real |
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Tony's Montana's |
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We put drums and bananas on is real |
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Hood nut niggas spencing on e pills |
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I could see the niggas head bitch had him |
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So I let the 50 cal get with him |
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I keep it real |
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I don't rap about fake shit |
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It's California man we draw down and take shit |
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I don't rap about fake shit this |
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California man we draw down and take shit [Mac Dre] |
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Hoop out the coo-nut, change over to the range rover |
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Mouth full of diamonds spitting like a flame thrower |
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I ain't sober |
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I'm ripped and tilted |
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Half of it the remi but nigga |
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I killed it |
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Damn near spilt it on my encey cloths |
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It's the cutthoat committiee punk we play hoes 20 inch doe, wood grain, leather, strapped riding |
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With a eagle in the desert |
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It's the Mac almighty, |
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Andre Hicks |
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And ain't a punk rock bitch that |
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I can't get |
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And nigga |
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I can't trip on making nothing but my scrill |
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And that is real, like a is pill |
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And I will kill, put one to yo liver |
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I'm a pimp nigga taking everything you give up |
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Flossing while you suckas is starving |
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I'm eating crab and crust-striations |
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With my nigga |
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Messy Marvin |
