| This is the final boarding call for flight 1259
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| departing from Los Angeles, final destination to St. Louis
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| Thank you
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| Damn G, the spot’s gettin hot
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| So how the fuck am I supposed to make a knot?
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| Police looking at niggaz through a microscope
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| In L.A. everybody and they momma sell dope
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| They trying to stop it So what the fuck can I do to make a profit?
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| Catch a flight to St. Louis
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| That’s cool, cause nobody knew us We stepped off the plane
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| Four gang bangers, professional crack slangers
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| Rented a car at wholesale
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| Drove to the ghetto, and checked in a motel
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| Unpacked and I grab the three-eighty
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| Cause where we stayin, niggaz look shady
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| But they can’t fade South Central
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| Cause bustin a cap is fundamental
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| Checkin out every block close
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| Seein which one will clock the most
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| Yeah this is the one no doubt
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| Bust a U Bone, and let’s clear these niggaz out
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| Ay ay man, whassup nigga?
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| Yo, well this Lench Mob nigga!
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| Now clearin em out meant casualties
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| Still had the L.A. mentality
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| Bust a cap, and out of there in a hurry
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| Wouldn’t you know, a driveby in Missouri
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| Them fools got popped
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| Took their corner next day, set up shop
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| And it’s better than slangin in the Valley
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| Triple the profit makin more than I did in Cali
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| Breakin off rocks like Barney Rubble
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| Cause them mark-ass niggaz don’t want trouble
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| And we ain’t on edge when we do work
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| Police don’t recognize the khakis and the sweatshirts
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| Getting bitches and they can’t stand a Nineteen-ninety-one Tony Montana
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| Now the shit’s like a war
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| of gang violence, where it was never seen before
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| Punks whirl when the gat bust
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| Four jheri curl niggaz kickin up dust
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| And some of them are even lookin up to us
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| Wearing our colors and talkin that gang fuss
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| Giving up much love
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| Dyin for a street, that they ain’t even heard of But other motherfuckers want to stand strong
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| So you know the phrase, once again it’s on Top of the news tonight, gangs from South Central
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| Los Angeles which are known for their driveby shootings
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| have migrated into East St. Louis
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| leaving three dead and two others injured
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| No arrests have been made
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| Police say this is a nationwide trend
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| with similar incidents occuring in Texas, Michigan, and Oklahoma
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| (female voice repeating in background:
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| If it can happen here, it can happen anywhere)
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| BOOM, my homie got shot he’s a goner black
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| St. Louis niggaz want they corner back
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| Shooting in snowy weather
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| It’s illegal business, niggaz still can’t stick together
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| Fuckin police got the four-one-one
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| that L.A. ain’t all, surf and sun
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| But we ain’t thinkin, bout the boys
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| Feudin, like the Hatfields and McCoys
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| Now the shit’s gettin tricky
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| Cause now they lookin for the colors and the khakis
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| Damn, the spot’s gettin hot from the battle
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| About to pack up and start slangin in Seattle
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| But the NARCs, raid about six in the morning
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| Try to catch a nigga while he’s yawnin
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| Put his glock to my chest as I paused
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| Went to jail in my motherfuckin drawers
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| Tryin to give me, fifty-seven years
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| Face’ll be full of those tattooed tears
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| It’s the same old story and the same old nigga stuck
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| And the public defender ain’t givin a fuck
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| The fool must be sparkin
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| Talkin about a double life plea bargain
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| You got to deal with the Crips and Bloods by hand G Plus the Black Guerilla family
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| And the white pride don’t like Northside
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| And it’s a riot if any more niggaz die
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| No parole or probation
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| Now this is a young man’s summer vacation
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| No chance for rehabilitation
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| Cause look at the motherfuckin years that I’m facin
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| I’ma end it like this cause you know what’s up My life is fucked |