| Nigga we boss up, Ride or die
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| Look at us lay low ridin by
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| Fuckin wit us might cost ya life
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| Nigga we boss up, Ride or die
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| I heard one bitch nigga scream get the gat, Get the gat
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| So I dumped on his homie like blllat blllat!
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| Tryin to catch you slippin but I always end up pistol whippin 'em, whippin 'em
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| Hittin 'em, Stickin 'em, Puttin clips in 'em, Clips in 'em
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| Hittin 'em wit the 45, Motherfuckers be buried alive
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| I doubt that you and them bitch-ass niggas you rollin wit gon survive
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| Bust in his eye, I’m comin, Steady pumpin the fire
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| Rumblin by, Niggas run and stumble and die
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| Bitch, I’m savage, You niggas is butter like popcorn
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| I hopped on the hood of his caddy and chopped on him
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| Through the front windshield, Nigga you should’ve been peeled
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| Snatch 'em out the seat, Put 1 in his dome, A done deal
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| We bossy, We ain’t nobody’s boys, Strapped and armed
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| When you so motherfuckin soft, Niggas wanna squeeze yo charmin
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| Little honey blunt dipped-ass cupcake nigga
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| They knew i’d shoot it up, So they planned yo wake quicker
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| Hit the do', When I open, When I came to get in
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| And i’dve kick the motherfucker straight up off the hinges
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| Nigga challenging my talents is a sentence to death
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| Cause I’m steppin in a battle wit a clip in the deck
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| Crip is the set, So you ain’t gotta ask if I bang
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| Deadlier than threat, Be drivin long beach niggas insane
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| Bringin heat to any table that I step to eat off
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| Top dogg of that street, 21st so keep off
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| When I’m on the mic, Other rappers just speak off
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| Matter fact, Shut the fuck up and just ease off
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| I’m mobbin wit my speezies from the bay all day
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| Catchin felonies, Cause my lyrics stick like shanks
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| While the funny mc motherfuckers spit like blanks
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| Droppin cavi out in cali, Shit that hit like quakes
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| Ball out, Crawl out, Before you catch these vapors
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| Dogg house, All out, Keep it gangsta, Gangsta
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| Nigga we savage, Raggin tighter than lions, Crazy life
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| You know we violent, Niggas get stole on like kobe’s grindin
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| In this game, You gotta move in silence
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| Saw big on the news blind red sirens
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| That means yo crew dyin
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| Bulletproof 22's grind pick up grindin
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| Duckin and divin, Runnin for their lives, No shuckin and jivin
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| Outside, Where niggas be hustlin runnin
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| Motherfuckers strugglin and strivin to be that next head bubblin
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| Tumble like me, In fatigue, Kamo kaze
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| Smoke weed, Until my eyes bleed, Kemo sabi
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| 'Proach me, Tryin to rob me, I’ma bop he
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| Make 'em scream like Bushwick, I went and shot you in the body
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| Probly, But you a bitch, I’m a nigga wit a tommy
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| Copy, I’m a hustler, You a snitch like johnny
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| Copy, I’m that nigga Yuk, Sick as fuck
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| Gettin head in a nine six truck, Bitch nigga what?
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| It’s summertime back in my city, They think they can see this here
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| But y’all gon have to get wit me and deal wit me this year
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| Yo career is like chump change, I’ll put it in the cup drop
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| And give it to crack smokers fat back on 47 block
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| Ya had to put somethin wit it to buy king cobra
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| Catch ya smokin stress, Weeded bizarre, Then smoke ya over
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| Nigga, I ain’t goin wit y’all, Cause y’all niggas is gang bangers
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| And I ain’t no gang banger, But now, You’se a gang banger
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| Fashion crip, You know you been afraid
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| You just tryin to let yo hair grow but the scalpel’s too tender for braids
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| And if you was a baby, I’d smash my finger through ya soft spot
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| I’m hot, Dumpin out in the open on 1 shot
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| Catch 'em on 33rd street, Cut off his bird peak
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| Don’t make me turn clay street into ak street
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| Ever since I blew up, Seems like these bitch niggas is mad
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| But now, I gotta pull ya covers back bitch, My memory ain’t bad |