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Gyeah |
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Gyeah |
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We can take it to the streets with the crips and the bloods |
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These real cpt g's please show no love |
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Compton |
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Compton |
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In this bitch |
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Somebody told me |
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Mc eiht is back with that thug shit |
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Compton |
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Check it out |
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[ verse 1 ] |
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My mindstate too late it's been gone |
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Tryina take me out of the hood you're dead wrong |
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I hustle all day to the fuckin break of dawn |
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Sendin niggas' bodies to hell like sadam |
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Appetite for destruction corruption |
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To the highest degree my gat steady dumpin |
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Always into something you heard of me |
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Killer for reala my nigga another tragedy |
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Pops in the clip and slips the automatic |
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Anybody killer i gat it stay tatted |
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Fucks them high class i like em hoodratted |
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When the shells slide they panic |
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Nigga straight static |
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Catastrophe caught in monopoly you copy |
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Defy you mock me you're gettin sloppy |
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I rolls through goes through such and such |
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The angel of death meets you time to touch |
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Mind of a lunatic quick to handle |
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Sackin muthafuckas like i was john randall |
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I blows out your spot like a candle |
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I fucks you up muthafucka like i was rambo |
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[ verse 2 ] |
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Easy as it comes i can handle the drama |
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I bucks givin a fuck and high off marihuana |
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Sendin your body through some muthafuckin trauma |
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I can dump the damn body you can scream for mama |
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Common sense you make your ass hit the fence |
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Run fast or catch the consequence |
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My straight aim i got it with confidence |
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The sticky situation i make it intense |
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The instigator the muthafuckin regulator |
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The quick to dump the shells in the ass of a infiltrator |
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The violator the muthafucka with heat |
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Let me see if you can beat it from across the street |
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I'ma knock your damn noodles cos your talk is cheap |
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I'm a rockabye nigga cos your ass asleep |
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I'ma show you the way let these real g's play |
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Stick and move with the working clock like sugar ray |
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[ verse 3 ] |
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Y'all know what the song and dance is get the flows up |
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Y'all know when the fuckin cash drawer your hands goes up |
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Close up shop nigga the hood's in town |
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Hand over the money and don't make a sound |
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Doomsday no parlay no politickin |
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We packs up with extra clips and steady dippin |
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Niggas in black coats with black nines |
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Dig into your body and catch the flatline |
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Your mama cry over your body at funeral time |
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Gang related one-time reported the usual signs |
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Hot crimes killin who dropped dimes |
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Smokin chronic reefer listen to gang rhymes |
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Y'all know the time it's now the pow-wow |
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The big payback have a nigga lay down |
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Anyway you bring it i want it |
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Gun-totin killin muthafucka from compton's most wanted |
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Lifestyles of the ghetto foul |
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Music to driveby in my dash when i style |
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100% gangsta steady servin |
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Me and my homie dub-c curb servin |
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Gyeah |
