| So long Mel, have a good trip.
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| You die motherfucker! |
| You die motherfucker!
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| «For most of the guys, killings got to be accepted.
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| Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line.
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| You got out of line, you got whacked, everybody knew the rules»
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| Nigga get ready cause you can’t hang
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| With the psycho motherfucker who slangin these gangsta thangs
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| Lock your doors, run and hide
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| Can’t nothin save you when the W hoo-rides
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| Peep — I’m puttin suckers to sleep
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| Ready to make a motherfuckin hit, geah we rollin too deep
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| You shouldn’tve made that tape, but you pushed me
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| Eiht hates punk-ass perm wearin pussies
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| Mmmm… you ready for round one? |
| Here it come fool
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| I got my dick in my hand, come and get some
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| Damn, I’m tired of fake motherfuckers gettin pesos
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| Sorry-ass amigos screamin like bitch hoes
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| If it wasn’t for your happy-ass sound, prancin around
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| Nothin but a sorry-ass clown, stay the fuck down!
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| Punk you can’t fuck with this
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| Geah, first step is your Def Wish
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| . |
| mmm. |
| geah.
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| . |
| c’mon y’all.
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| I guess it’s time to get to the good part
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| Geah you know it’s the part when the Eiht start
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| With the routine, it’s the same song
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| Peel another cap — now what’s goin on? |
| Geah
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| Tickety toc you don’t stop
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| Fool, you hear a click I bust your chops
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| Right, no future, in your frontin
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| Smoke your ass like a mother-fuckin blunt
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| Damn I hate ya punk
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| Cause you’ll never equal, this motherfuckin sequel
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| Tell me can you fade that black
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| Or get slung like a fuckin 50-pack
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| So it’s the second call they’re all sorry
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| Punk motherfuckers that’s out like Atari
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| Geah nigga you can get the fist
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| One more Def Wish
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| «But sometimes, even the people who DIDN’T get out of line
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| They got whacked. |
| hits just became a hazard for some of the guys.
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| Shooting people was a normal thing, no big deal.»
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| Last verse. |
| don’t curse
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| Nigga fuck that, Mike’s got the gat
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| And I’m ready to bust a head or two or three
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| Bitch come deal with E — geah
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| So gang way, as I pump another sucker
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| And I’m swift as they scared stiff by a psycho motherfucker
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| I see their pain, fool take two
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| To the fuckin jaw, geah fuck you
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| A nigga from the city where shit
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| Just don’t motherfuckin quit
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| And jackin’s my specialty G
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| Quik fast to mack once and take your money, geah
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| And down for the motherfuckin crew
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| Just like a bitch I gots to get paid to
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| I knock you out and when your punk-ass come to
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| You’ll realize it was a nightmare of Def Wish. |
| II
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| . |
| geah. |
| geah!.
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| . |
| Compton.
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| «Hits just became a hazard for some of the guys.
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| Shooting people was a normal thing, no big deal.»
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| . |
| Whattup?.
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| «Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line.
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| You got out of line, you got whacked, everybody knew the rules» |