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You're embarrassing Raymond Wa*******ngton, and Tookie Williams |
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You're not even part of revolutionary progress, they were built in |
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If young G's follow you, it's the blind leading the blind |
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All you can teach em, is how to throw up gang signs |
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Community loyalty united eternally, that's what I claim |
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Check my back left pocket, and the flag that hang |
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To me it's a way of living, but to you it's just a gang |
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Thinking you can get something from me, cause you say we the same thang |
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I'm a man first, then my mother's child |
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Joseph Wayne McVey, then I'm H-double O-V-A |
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I wish I knew who your O.G. was, cause I'd smoke him |
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Leave both of y'all with your eyes open |
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My O.G. use to say |
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Take your time, young G |
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My O.G. use to say |
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Don't be in a rush, to get striped |
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My O.G. use to say |
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Keep your flag, on the proper side |
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And as long as you keep it real |
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You can live your life, live your life |
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In jail, *******z bang for soups and sodas |
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But when the real *******t hit the real fan, they won't go in the corner |
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I don't even see the point, of banging on lock |
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Cause I don't know none of these *******z, and this ain't my block |
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Mr. O.G. you about to leave, please don't hand me the keys |
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I don't wanna be in charge of these wannabe's |
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I'm not a babysitter, somebody call me daddy when I'm in the world |
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I see more go to fo', in my lil' girl |
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Don't get it twisted, I see if you real B's and C's |
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And walk it the way they talk it, not just trying to be seen |
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Cool as a fan, but when it get gangsta they'll have that tool in they hand |
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Banging up your gang, even swell up your hand |
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I know I can't sell *******, cause I be smoking |
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I know I can't see a pimp either, because I'ma be doing too much poking |
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And I can't turn a hoe, into a housewife |
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Although I tried, guess I got caught up in them thick ass thighs |
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You live and you learn, sometimes my life is like a movie |
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Even my own loc's, trying to do me |
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But I said try, ******* over Joseph just ain't gon' fly |
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You gon' need a steak, to put over your eye that's on the H |
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It's death before dishonor, and I live by the code |
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I would do you for the slightest reason, my gun is gon' unload |
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So don't run up on me, talking bout a knowledge check |
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Nowadays wannabe Bloods and Crips, getting it off the internet |
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I guess you can, get the game for free |
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But homie, you won't get the game from me |
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And when I pray I pray to God, I don't bow my head to no other man |
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Keeping that cracking is a part of my plan, yeeeah |