| Let me unleash the devastation
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| Shit is in motion just like full automation
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| Hardcore rhymes with the mind of a killa
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| Filipino G, I bring heat like Godzilla
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| Game begins with straight juice from the Twinz
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| Got lost in the mix, fuck it, now I’m all in
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| West Coast beats so hit the ground
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| Cuz when it bumps you know some shit’s going down
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| So now they label me that criminal nigga thats down to bust
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| To spread and handle with niggas and straight kick up dust
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| Layin low with the homeys I can’t see no mark
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| When ya rollin wit the Dubb and blazin blunts at the park
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| I see my cousin Wayniac ridin low in the cutty
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| Come and scoop me up cuz I’m feelin kinda nutty
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| So blaze up the smoke as we roll with the Loccs
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| With that G Funk family, we ain’t no joke
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| Plottin and we ridin, dippin and we slidin
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| Headin to the Poly Apartments, the Eastside
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| Cough full of dank and so we’re settin in gin
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| So let me pass the conversation to my nigga Twin
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| Guess who’s comin to dinner
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| Wayniac and Tripp dont miss the dish served by this winner
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| Remember 1st Round Draft Pick was the shit
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| That we spit, when conflict got dealt with (the help hit it)
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| Its lit now get where you belong
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| So hard to face that we goin, goin gone
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| Rider won’t get can’t break me, dont try to shake me
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| Cuz in my eyes is what I call achy breaky (watch out)
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| My heart dont pump no kind of weakness
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| See shit for what it really is, no time to play with kids
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| Cuz you ain’t got a lot of kick it
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| Just stay down with my niggas from the Foe as we get liquid
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| Now its past as I get my money, niggas tryin to plot
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| Multiple G’s ain’t with Locc gettin paid by the knot
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| Round the clock, hoes jock
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| But I put that rat to wizzork
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| Off to the next phase, hope her feelings hurtin
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| As I ride on by, I get back, competition is the money
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| And Tripp ain’t goin out like a dummy
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| As I move along, agree that life is so hard
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| On a nigga like the PAC say
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| Steak and pose to have it my way
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| Thee only way to fly
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| As high as you can take it
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| Foesum and the Twinz make a statement
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| So recognize as we hit you without a doubt
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| Tripp G Funkin and I’m out
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| G-Funk Era, starin in the mirror
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| Foesum and the Twinz now its gettin much clearer
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| Picture this situation shown and I’m stranded
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| No takin the Dubb for granted plus you still wouldn’t understand it
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| Now I done took some criticism back in the days
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| When we was layin flat broke up on MLK
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| So face the consequences as the G bells in
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| I got your front and back so put it down M&M
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| I’m bringin up the tre Dubb make a quick getaway
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| Fellas runnin ya suthers and prepare for the malay
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| Clear the airwaves, I’m a blast off like NASA
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| You better move quick, cuz dont wanna mess up a total disaster
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| Pumpin the rappers' fees that no other would really consider
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| Blowin up, hoein em and goin until my lips start to blister
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| Fessin em ain’t messin the lesson up on in them
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| I’m puttin opponents to the test
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| Twistin ain’t listenin when I’m givin em this mission
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| And put yo ass to rest yo
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| Quicker than quick and lickity split I’m blowin em out of my windpipe
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| Just meddle and betters and devils could deal in all a lyrical pimpfight
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| I vary that dare me and styles may very to show I am the greatest
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| Preliminaries I wouldn’t be serious, so dont even try to fade this
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| Swingin em, bringin them thangs when I’m droppin them doggs on you
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| I’m stoppin and mobbin on my opponents like I’m a fuckin bulldozer
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| The station you makin a takin it like a joint you get smoked
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| I’m shakin em, fakin em, breakin em down, fuck it case closed
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| Dont test, the original lude style see
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| Foesum, Wayniac, Tripp Locc. |