| These motherfuckers ain’t knowin…
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| These motherfuckers ain’t knowin…
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| These motherfuckers ain’t knowin…
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| These motherfuckers ain’t knowin…
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| All I ever dream is to be rich, to live and enjoy this shit
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| Three houses and four cars before the A26
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| Livin the life I made, and learnt trades to stay payed
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| In any occasion in these scamless days
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| It was the street life, that make me do these wicked thangs
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| Blowin niggas shit out, for that, rock cocaine
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| I can’t explain it, got to contain it, the gang status
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| Of being the roughest, the toughest, and the baddest for the capture
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| Livin lavish, a heart that’s cold, hearted down to a savage
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| A greedy motherfucker out to have it
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| Can I be wicked and do the things that I gotta do?
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| In pursuit of things I do with my crew
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| Daz — ya gotsta ride for ya side just to be recognized
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| Ain’t no busters up amongst us, straight do or die
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| Put my life on the line, on the grind for mine
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| Doin crime, doin time for these nickels and dimes
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| On a mission, takin from riches, shakin the snitches
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| Layin niggas down when I handle my business
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| Motherfuckers know to lay it low when I’m on the hunt
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| Cuz for my chips niggas get licked just like blunts
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| Terrorize in disguise to surprise that ass
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| Gang-bangin ass criminal, don’t mind to blast
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| For my set to just a check a motherfucker on GP
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| To make it known, it’s on, and you niggas can’t see me
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| You ain’t knowin'
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| What can go on in the streets
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| Niggas hustlin', competin' for power every day in the streets
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| These motherfuckers ain’t knowin'
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| And you could die from a stray bullet, if you ain’t
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| Lookin on any niggas, rest in peace
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| You motherfuckers ain’t knowin'
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| Dealin' with niggas that are corrupt, when
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| Thinkin' a nigga 'posed to die at they feet
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| You motherfuckers ain’t knowin'
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| And you could die from a stray bullet, if you ain’t
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| Lookin' on any niggas, rest in peace
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| I’m paranoid cuz the cops, got me, under surveillance
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| A motherfucker got jealous, and D tried to tell him
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| So what do? |
| We groove to a location that’s new
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| Get to servin up niggas and the rest of they crew
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| Rollin to Anaheim, rollin in my Riveira
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| I take a look in my rearview cuz the cops be tailin
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| Bust a left in the alley and let the cops go by
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| And continue my day, feelin high as a rise
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| Stop by my homie Tray Deee house to pick up the gang
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| (Boo-Yaa!!) One sucker died in the Time’s front page
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| Cuz the boys in the hood are always hard
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| Ya come talkin the trash and we’ll pull ya card
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| So you motherfuckers better stay the fuck off my block
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| If ya mind ya business, no one gets shot
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| Ya getcha wig split comin with that bullshit
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| Fuck with the gang and we bang, get yo hood licked (yeah!)
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| Through from that city where it’s strictly all killas and G’s
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| Keepin heat, known to creep, out to peel 'em for cheese
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| Ain’t no passes, just the fastest to get they shit out
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| Or lucky to duck, when the slugs get spit out
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| You know what’s happenin so don’t be actin like it’s fiction
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| Cuz I’ma catch you slippin and put you in that position
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| And I ain’t missin, I’m liftin everything I’m hittin
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| Hold the court in the street, cuz I ain’t waitin for the sentence
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| Catch me on the freeway, smashin while the beat play
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| Quick to let the heat spray, doin it the G way
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| You ain’t knowin'
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| What can go on in the streets
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| Niggas hustlin', competin' for power every day in the streets
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| These motherfuckers ain’t knowin'
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| And you could die from a stray bullet, if you ain’t
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| Lookin on any niggas, rest in peace
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| You motherfuckers ain’t knowin'
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| Dealin' with niggas that are corrupt, when
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| Thinkin' a nigga 'posed to die at they feet
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| You motherfuckers ain’t knowin'
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| And you could die from a stray bullet, if you ain’t
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| Lookin' on any niggas, rest in peace
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| That’s what I’m seein
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| Y’all niggas want some of this?
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| Huh? |
| Do you know we killin niggas pah?
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| Get the fuck out the way! |
| (You ain’t knowin…)
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| Hahaha, Dat Nigga Daz and Tray Deee the Beast.
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| Doin it like this, all day everyday.
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| So if y’all sucka-ass niggas want some of this…
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| Y’all know where to find us… or we’ll find you
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| One on one — fifty on fifty; |
| it don’t matter.
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| Nigga… |