| Yo c’mon man, what do you mean you don’t wanna ride with me, nigga
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| C’mon, get in the car, get in the fuckin' car, man
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| Yo why you trippin' man? |
| Get in the fuckin' car, man
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| Get in the fuckin' car. |
| get in the car
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| (Heh, say you, you scared to ride in my car
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| 'Cause you, you think niggas gon' be blastin' at it
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| It ain’t even that deep baby)
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| You don’t have to worry you can ride with me now
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| Niggas are quick to scream how they die for me now
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| Only got one clique, they Outlawz on the Row
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| Fair exchange when we fuck them hoes
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| Repetitive blows are thrown, to my foes
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| No love shown get disposed of blasted full blown
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| My unknown tendencies to mash my comp
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| Gettin' wicked with my ski-mask, find the stash and dump
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| While niggas run I’m the last one standin', the rest die
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| Victims of my lethal chrome cannon, westside
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| Though it’s worldwide no one can deny my views
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| Tracked it to my very fabric once the plastic blew
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| Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit
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| Niggas die by my orders when I wrote this shit
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| Though we go back like wild knights at Latin Quarters
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| Niggas tried to kill me, and I fed their wife and their daughters
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| Blazed the weed, draped they seeds, gave 'em cash
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| Pass the fame and let the game go rollin' past
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| Why you change, it’s a cold world taught me life
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| Retaliation proves niggas never caught me right
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| Say they shot me in my nuts, out of luck
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| Quit bullshit nigga 'cause I’m still fuckin' yo' bitch
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| Niggas got me twisted in a bad way, why you change?
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| Fuck with me, all this shit pay, nigga fuck the fame
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| Y’all remember «Hit 'Em Up,» don’t make us do it once more
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| Yo' niggas know, you ain’t fuckin' with them Out-lawz
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| We keep souljas, souljas from Compton to Brooklyn
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| Your the type to get sniped, when the cops is lookin'
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| Don’t nobody give a fuck 'cause you done crossed the game
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| Lost in fame, and you should take, all the blame
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| You made yo' bed nigga lay in it
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| You scared to come up out that cell nigga stay in it
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| It’s not a game only got one click we Outlawz from the do'
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| Dirt stains when I buck on the fo', you kissin' the flo'
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| We dirty as the motherfuckin' streetz of Jerz
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| We sweep niggas with the words though the heat’s preferred
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| Holla
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| You don’t have to worry you can ride with me now
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| Niggas are quick to scream how they die for me now
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| Only got one click, they Outlawz on the Row
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| Fair exchange when we fuck them hoes, let the punks know
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| 'Pac I wish I was in the motherfuckin' car wit’cha
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| I’d have took every bullet that they threw, hand of God, nigga
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| I only got one click, Outlawz 'til I’m gone
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| Heavy in the game and we comin' for they fuckin' throne
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| The love is gone well it is what it is
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| And plottin' on us, they best be prayin' for they kids, mayne
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| You don’t have to worry 'cause I ride for ya
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| Like K said over loyal we even tell 'bout a lie for ya
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| You put me in the game and dog I owe it all to ya
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| And when it get to poppin' I’ma fuckin' ball for ya
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| And everything I do gon' have your names on it
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| I’ll never let them forget I put my seeds on it
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| You gon' die before yo' time, come face the truth
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| In the middle of the desert nigga lace your boots
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| As a youth, hundred proof, tap my chest is a dead rest
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| You studio niggas still remind your vest
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| Why the fuck you ain’t done yet, swallow yo' teeth
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| In the field you woulda been need a straw when you eat
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| Fuck a Glock nine that shit is weak on the streets
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| And if you can’t strategize then you just can’t eat
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| If your life in another nigga hand, you dead
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| And if it’s beef and your man disappear then don’t sweat it
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| Another fake nigga usin' my strengths to get credit
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| I mean you might face sound scared but your heartbeat said it
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| You don’t have to worry you can ride with me now
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| Niggas are quick to scream how they die for me now
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| Only got one click, they Outlawz on the Row
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| Fair exchange when we fuck these hoes, let the punks know
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| I was born ugly, unlucky and dusty
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| But now I’m a rider, connivin' gutsy
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| And I don’t trust nobody, so don’t nobody trust me
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| And that’s how I’ma go about it 'til somebody bust me
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| I play for keeps like the OG’s raised me |
| If I sleep I won’t eat, who gonna feed my baby?
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| And I think I’m goin' crazy 'cause my hair is gettin' thinner
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| I’ve been drinkin' on the daily, I can hardly remember
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| I got — bad nerves, paranoia destroyed me
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| I love the Lord but the church can’t cure me
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| I sleep light, I wake peekin' out my window
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| With guns under my mattress and guns under the pillow
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| And that’s the way it’s gonna be 'til they bury me
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| But don’t twist it 'cause none of y’all niggas worry me
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| What the fuck you didn’t know?
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| Kizza-Kastro, Young Noble with the criminal flow
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| You nervous nelly ass niggas belly up in the river, no dizoubt
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| My niggas couldn’t fade me with some clippers
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| You put it down, look all around, 'til we find you we hound
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| Penitentiary bound, to remind you
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| Kadafi I bring the lingo to the click
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| Tasty like a Pringle, sneakin' through your chimney like Kris Kringle
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| On some shit, get me fee to let my ice click Ka-pling, ka-plow I been a thug
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| shootin' slugs since a child
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| You don’t have to worry you can ride with me now
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| Niggas are quick to scream how they die for me now
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| Only got one click, they Outlawz on the Row
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| Fair exchange when we fuck these hoes, let the punks know |