| God rules everything around us
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| Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya’ll
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| God rules everything around us
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| Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya’ll
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| Yo, we grew up in the grind, ya’ll
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| Now it’s our time to shine ya’ll, yo, we did our time ya’ll
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| Now we back to collect our check, give us our respect
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| Debts gotta get paid off, a nigga hit the deck
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| My Goon Squad coming correct, handcuffs, Jakes backin' us up
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| We got it rough, on some guns bust
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| Niggas hold dust, through it all, kept our head off
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| Feds sped up, niggas in my hood read up
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| We still gully, and my whole click dead up
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| Clackin' them shots, right, my Goon Squad kick lead up
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| God rules everything around us
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| Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya’ll
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| God rules everything around us
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| Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya’ll
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| I’m from the Valley where the Goons stay, valors and S.K.'s
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| Shoot up your saloon and lay
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| Through a poverty side of my life, we came from
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| All the big niggas eat meals, real niggas kept ones
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| So much drugs in a box, gloves, couple Glocks
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| Thugs that stay on blocks, wolves that lay on cops
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| Dressin' like gangstas, I’ve been silkin' it before courvoisier and blunts with
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| rocks
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| We had to eat to live, cuz only real niggas protect
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| Lively hood, and get Hollywood props
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| I ran with arm specialist who loved to shoot, wrestle, spit
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| Bang bitches, buy a little drizzle and box
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| For all that we know, I analyze the rich steelo
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| Milk the game, Suge Knight a few people
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| Then made a lot of deposits, throughout the logic
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| My mental came swift, that’s the project
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| God rules everything around us
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| Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya’ll
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| God rules everything around us
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| Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya’ll
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| Aiyo, my team pressed up on the crime side
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| Them devils tried to catch us all, guarding our blind side
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| I cocked back the hammer, load up on my nine side
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| Startin' a revolution, like my Goon Squad died, poverty strucken
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| Right where the poor people reside, deep in the hood
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| Young bloods stay flippin' them pies, lookin' for easy ways out
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| My niggas try’nna survive, whippin' the gauge out
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| Strugglin', against all odds, stompin' the rage out
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| Duckin' down deep in them cars, whippin' the page out
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| Niggas stay kickin' them bars, knockin' ya fade out
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| Get ready for my Goon Squad stars, let the parade out
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| God rules everything around us
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| Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya’ll
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| God rules everything around us
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| Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya’ll |