| C’mon, whassup nigga…
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| Ride over here on the dope side…
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| Clockin like a muh’fucka yaknow?
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| Let loose!
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| Time goes by, whether ya to' off or livin fly
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| Like this life that ya livin, you could see life in my eyes
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| And I wonder why — when I decide the time’ll find
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| Turnin earth into meantime, then catch me on the grind
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| What’s mine, is bout mine — let it be known
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| For those who won’t know and don’t know, if we don’t tell 'em
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| They ain’t usin me but usually it’s somethin I can sell 'em
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| I’d rather lie to ya, then sell ya hope
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| Ain’t nothin' I could tell ya so I’ll sell ya dope
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| I said I’d rather lie to ya, then sell ya hope
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| Ain’t nothin' I could tell ya so I’ll sell ya dope
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| (Put ya flag in ya hand)
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| Children come into the world with no, state of mind
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| Then mind state of mankind is that of earth — blind
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| From the time ya born till ya gain consciousness
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| Ya loose it all, tryna prove it all
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| Mom and pops told me, «Son it’ll be days like this»
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| But they never told me I could get paid like this
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| High risk, where my neck on the line
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| For the chips, get paid, get put in the twist, get sprayed
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| She pray; |
| what else can she do?
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| Cops came to the door with four pictures of me bouncin with a .22
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| I guess that’s life and then ya die
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| That’s why we get high, cuz when ya gone bye bye. |
| (see ya)
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| And I ain’t never seen a person that died again
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| And ya wonder why we finna go ride again
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| That was then, and this is now, and this is how
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| We execute our plans, nowadays it goes down
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| Ya flip a pound, ya work a bird, ya work the curb
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| They watch ya spot, they watch ya spot where ya serve that juice sweet
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| Just to get niggas off the street
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| I got caught up in the mix went to the county and shit
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| Back on the street tryna figure out well if they hit first
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| Click your heat or take your beater or I can spit me a verse
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| Whichever happen, cappin, rappin, sellin sacks and mackin
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| I make it happen, nigga I make it happen
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| I’d rather lie to ya, then sell ya hope
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| Ain’t nothin' I could tell ya so I’ll sell ya dope
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| I said I’d rather lie to ya, then sell ya hope
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| Ain’t nothin' I could tell ya so I’ll sell ya dope
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| Will we quit? |
| Nah I don’t think so — no
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| We’re remainin gangbangin, keep sellin this dope
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| We’re remainin gangbangin, keep sellin this dope
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| We’re remainin gangbangin, keep sellin this dope
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| I got all the homies at (Eastside!)
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| If you blue or red raggin (Westside!)
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| Walk around witcha flag in the air (Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! …)
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| Put ya flag in ya hair
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| Where all y’all homies at? |
| (Eastside!)
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| If you blue or red raggin (Westside!)
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| Walk around witcha flag in ya hand (Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! …)
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| Put ya flag in the air
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| Aww yeah, recognize game.
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| Dat Nigga Daz, Tray Deee, Big C-Style, Big AD
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| Soopafly, thugs, money from drugs
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| Felony crimes, poverty. |
| whassup with affirmative action?
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| We the United States? |
| Seems like the Divided States
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| Liberty and Justice for all? |
| Shit. |
| Liberty and Justice for y’all
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| It’s eastside, westside gangbangin, on a daily
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| Flag hangin out ya pants, nigga life on ya last chance
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| One more stripe to lock it down till ya dead
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| Caught a felony case, made bail and then fled
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| Got caught up, a year or so later
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| With some player hater nigga tryna slang and got you claimin his game
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| What a shame; |
| this game — I let it be known
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| For those who don’t know and won’t know, if we don’t tell 'em
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| They ain’t usin me but usually it’s somethin I can sell 'em…
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| I’d rather lie to ya, then sell ya hope
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| Ain’t nothin' I could tell ya so I’ll sell ya dope
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| I said I’d rather lie to ya, then sell ya hope
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| Ain’t nothin' I could tell ya so I’ll sell ya dope
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| Will we quit? |
| Nah I don’t think so — no
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| We’re remainin gangbangin, keep sellin this dope
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| We’re remainin gangbangin, keep sellin this dope
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| We’re remainin gangbangin, keep sellin this dope
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| Uh-huh, yea.
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| That’s how we do it out here on the wild wild motherfuckin west
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| Ain’t nuttin changed, put somethin up in niggas chest
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| Niggas think this a joke? |
| Ain’t nuttin to know
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| Just getcha motherfuckin money and keep ya heat by ya side
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| Cuz this the land where them niggas ride.
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| Best ta recognize… |