| Welcome to Richmond I’m city slickin' they couldn’t picture me rollin'
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| I’m big whippin' from penny pinchin' so many strikes I’m bowlin'
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| Hear me sedanin' through the streets the ghetto birds patrollin'
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| They got the spotlight on me like I’m stage performin'
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| I’m wid my cop right homie, and countin' money gets borin'
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| Alotta gunplay, I’m still out here drug warrin'
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| I pull, up to valet this is a westside story
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| I get you clapped now tonight, or maybe in the mornin'
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| This is real beef
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| I hear you want me up in these streets
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| I hear you want me we got some, beef
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| I hear you want me up in these streets
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| I hear you want me we got some, beef
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| We got some, beef
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| I heard you want, me
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| We got some beef you want me-e-eee
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| You want me we got beef
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| You want me, we got, beeeefff
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| Fresh off stage, and now I’m back where I belong
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| In the hood the gutter the projects we get it on
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| West coast stamp on a package of raw
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| And this Mac won’t jam so I’m clappin' you all
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| Brake light ya best man and leave him dead on the floor
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| Wack you and ya old lady I’m never leavin' a flaw |
| Cause this is mob life, nigga welcome aboard
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| I got guns in every car in my door, wid a thirty clip
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| Send him some slick shit go ahead and let him hit the fence
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| I’ll have his momma pinched, three in the back
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| And had to clean the chopper up in the thrash wid the bastards
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| This is sex money and murder
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| Haven’t you ever heard of a killer
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| Kickin' in doors yellin' freeze like the rollers |