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Wait a minute, n-nigga its ill |
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Y-n-c-h made your cranium swell |
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South side sacramento to the depths of hell |
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We some gang bangers takin many steps to jail |
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We some gang aimers, garden block bangers, throat danglin |
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Paintin 'em, put a thang in 'em, aimin 'em, aint no playin with em |
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I put sac on the map, me, x and c bo |
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Throwin up the garden, if your trippin you can bleed slow |
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Right out the 6 4, I'm skitso, and I got so many pistols see I'm no billy crystal |
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I'm more along the lines of joe peshi |
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Mesh wit me or get murked with the old teffy |
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Check with me, we could do it like the old west, no vest, put a hole in your chest |
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Something like the dro, they grow in the west, I'm a necrophiliac, I can really act, sickly |
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Soon as you fade the block I'm runnin all up in they kidneys |
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I dont need features I'm the main feature, gang teacher, I complete my album then u can bleed yours |
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Neva been a followa, always been a leader, receiver, body bleeda, and thats just a procedure |
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Niggas lookin funny its on round here |
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Shots they pop its on round here |
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Ehit and lynch I swear |
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When the shots they pop you best stay clear |
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Repeat |
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I'm at a hot spot, it hard ta take it, my shine |
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I'm a garden block nigga straight from southside |
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Run the box niggaz n stage in my prime |
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You can get it how you want it if you cross my line |
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I'm illegal like dykes with high price and fines |
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Smack her on the ass when I'm hittin it from behind |
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Give you one chance I told you one time |
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Devious the one and only, one of a kind |
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This is the shit that will blow your mind |
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Fuckin wit me and I close your blinds |
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Bam bam niggaz we hitin em on site |
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Real ass life and real ass rhymes |
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Steet talk get the street chalk |
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Feelin the flavor my niggas ready ta beat yall defeat yall |
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We ball forsee all tellin ya right killa is got be a total recall |
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Let you know you aint ready to fuck |
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'Cause I be ready to jump |
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N I aint never been a punk |
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I send you straight to the bottom my nigga |
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I cut the whole thing off and hit you with the tree stump |
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I make you feel like when heat bumps |
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Like how you feelin when the gauge pump |
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I take straight into the trash drunk |
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And make you hit the ceiling with a street jump |
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Niggaz that be thinkin they be comin |
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But I be gunnin |
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I be hittin them motherfuckas and runnin |
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Ima put it all down they really aint sayin nothin |
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Hit you in the head, the chest, into the stomach |
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Better take that flick and put up in a frame |
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Say my name |
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But never say it in vain |
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Try to catch that ride |
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Try to catch that train |
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Like the weight lift game |
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No pain no gain |
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I was brought it the land where they rep they colors |
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And us o gs defend they baby brothers |
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Where the fucking dress code is 501's |
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And the 5 0 cant fuck wit them ak guns |
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I was young in the hood with my all blue flag |
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In my homies 6 9 with that ass on drag |
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Young eiht ridin shotgun |
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Sawed off shotgun |
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In the enemy neighborhood jeah I shot one |
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I put compton on the map with ez e and tila |
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Way back when the sweatsuits used to be fila jeah |
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Down south but not with gold teeth |
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South cali dippin the regal with goldie |
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I seen 187s on the mother fucking block |
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You can tell from the exit 45 or glock |
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When the front door get knock somebody turned snitch |
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One times tryin to press me like I'm a bitch jeah! |
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Ghetto child with a problem with cali bud and garden |
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Fiends say they made mail easy I called it margarine |
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These niggas soft as wet charmin tissue |
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Sharpen objects stabbin your neck over my issue |
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Benjamins on green paper big face of the franklin |
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Deeds is devious |
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Brotha lynch will hang you if you hatein |
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Fuck these idiots |
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Lets carve some fucking organs out they frame |
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I'm not ashamed n |
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I think of havin partner ships with satin |
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I just chirped dayton he told me that the spot is crankin |
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I said it should the other spots let rocks drip naked |
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2 Dubble 0 bitch straight thang boot naked |
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Halie berry behind me in a smoke grey lexus |
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Round here my niggas is always the most feared |
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In the pin, in the street that our coke is the most pured |
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16S of nitro gliscryn deep fry in your ears |
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Where I'm at crack, heron, weed an ecstasy |
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See I understand a few things like milk and honey |
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The fact we all gotta die and broke niggaz is funny |
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Watch your back stay strapped nigga when dealin with money |
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Come to clap never to rap homie just take that from me |
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See I'm a certified veteran I dont need no vouchers |
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Bitch slept I'm a theat nigga just check this out |
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Far as the streets of sac, old park where I'm at |
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Now I done already said that nigga now I cant take that back |
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See I did many months and years |
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All cells and tiers |
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Never fool blood lets get this clear |
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This year theres bout to be some fucking changes for real |
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Respect somethin or my niggas comin buggin for real |
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See its all about cash and carry |
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Try and play me outta one dime you bitch and your ass is buried |
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Catch a flight to indiana |
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And lay low off a dairy call my workers |
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Get my chips n tell em to shoot em to sherry |
