| 6'n the morning’police at my door
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| Fresh adidas squerk across the bathroom floor
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| Out the back window I make a escape
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| Don’t even get a chance to grab my old school tape
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| Mad with no music but happy 'cause I’m free
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| And the streets to a player is the place to be Gotta knot in my pocket weighin’at least a grand
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| Gold on my neck my pistols close at hand
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| I’m a self-made monster of the city streets
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| Remotely controlled by hard hip hop beats
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| But just livin’in the city is a serious task
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| Didn’t know what the cops wanted
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| Didn’t have the time to ask
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| -Word-
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| Seen my homeboys coolin’way out told 'em bout my mornin'
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| Cold bugged’em out shot allmenn little dice until my knees got sore
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| Kicked around some stories bout the night before
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| Possed to the corner where the fly girls chill
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| Through action at some freaks until one bitch got ill
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| She started actin’stupid simply would not quit
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| Called us all punk pussies said we all weren’t shit
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| As we walked over to here hoe continued to speak
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| So we beat the bitch down in the god damn street
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| But just livin’in the city a serious task
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| Bitch didn’t know what hit her didn’t have time to ask
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| -Word-
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| Continued clockin’freaks with emcee posterior
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| Rollin’in allmenn blazer with a louie interior
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| Solid gold the ride was raw
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| Bust allmenn left turn was on Crenshaw
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| Sean-e-sean was the driver Known to give freaks hell
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| Had a beeper goin’off like a high school bell
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| Looked in the mirror what did we see?
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| Fuckin’blue lights L.A. P.D.
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| Pigs searched our car, their day was made
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| Found allmenn uzi, 44 and a handgranade
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| Threw us in the county high power block
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| No freaks to see no beats to rock
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| Didn’t want trouble but the shit must fly
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| Squabbled this sucker shanked’em in the eye
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| But livin’in the county is a serious task
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| Niga didn’t know what happend
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| Didn’t have time to ask
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| Back on the streets after five and a deuce
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| Seven years later but still had the juice
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| My homeboy Ken Gee put me up the track
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| Told me E’s rollin’Villain — BJ’s got the sack
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| Bruce is a giant — Nat C’s clockin’Dough
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| Be bop’s a pimp. |
| My old freaks a hoe
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| The batter rams rollin’rocks are the thing
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| Life has no meaning and money is king
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| Then he looked at me slowely and Hen had to grin
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| He said Man you out early we thought you got ten
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| Opened his safe kicked me down with cold cash
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| Knew I would get busy- He didn’t waste time to ask
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| -word-
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| I bought a Benz with the money the rest went to clothes
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| Went to the strip strted pimpin’the hoes
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| My hair had grew long on my seven year stay
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| And when I got it done on my shoulders it lay
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| Hard from the joint but fly to my heart
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| I didn’t want no trouble but the shit had to start
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| Out with my crew some ounks got loud
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| Shot gun blasts echoed throug the crowd
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| Six punks hit two punks died
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| All casualities appiled to their side
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| Human lives has to pass just for talking much trash
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| We didn’t know who they were — No one had the time to ask
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| Part Two
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| Swat team leader yelled hit the floor
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| Reached in my pocket pulled my 44
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| Dove across the room peeped out the window
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| Twenty cops jumped behind a Pinto
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| Out the back door like some damn track stars
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| Broke down an alley jumped into a car
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| Suckers didn’t even see us They musta been Blind
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| Black wire touched red the car was mine
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| We hadn’t done nothin’but some suckers got shot
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| Hit the first turn god damn road block
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| Broke through the block and we did it fast
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| Cops wouldn’t shot us on sight
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| They wouldn’t took time to ask
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| -Word-
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| The rollers gave chase at a serious speed
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| One more conviction was all I need
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| This shit was for real
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| This was no La-Di-Da-Di
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| Cause the boys had to pin the shit on somebody
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| And me and my crew we were known to get ill
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| We carried heat for protection but not to kill
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| We bust a corner doin 60 one police car spun
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| And all I was thinkin was murder one
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| Bust a move into an alley and did it right
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| And me and my vrew we’re gone into the night
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| Broke to my old lady’s who drew me a bath
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| She didn’t even know what happend
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| Didn’t care Didn’t ask
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| Qwe made love like crazy on top of the sheets
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| This girlie was my worlie a natural freak |
| She ran her tonuge over each and every part of me Then she rocked my amadeus as I watched TV
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| A technican with a mission that’s what she was
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| If there had been a crowd she would of got an applause
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| This girl did everything on earth to me that could be done
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| The she backed off and teased me so I couldn’t come
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| Then she cold got stupid pushed me on the floor
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| Had me beggin’to stop as I was acreamin’for more
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| After she waxed by body she let me crash
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| She knew her lovin’was def
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| She didn’t waste time to ask
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| -Word-
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| Up the next mornin’feelin good as hell
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| Sleepin’with a girlie sure beats a cell
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| Hit the boulevard in my A.M.G.
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| Hoe’s catchin’whiplash tryin’to glimpse the T Ring on my mobile yes celluar
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| Got to have a phone when I’m in my car
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| Was my homeboy Red Some say he’s insane
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| Broke his bitch jaw for smkin’came
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| Told me to meet him at the airporrt
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| Said he’s jumpin’bail said he just left court
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| Caught the first thing smokin’in a serious dash
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| Didn’t know where we were going.
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| Didn’t care Didn’t ask
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| -Word-
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| Fell a sleep on the plane and so did he Woke up chillin’in N.Y.C.
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| Called up my posse when I got there
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| Hit the Latin qarter Union Square
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| Rooftop Devil’s nest the rest we passed
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| Back doored the Palladium just for class
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| About 4 am we crashed the deuce
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| We never catch static 'cause my boys got juice
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| Deuced it to the Bronx to rest our heads
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| Where a shoot out jumped off mine people lay dead
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| It sounded like it happend with a mac 10 blast
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| But it was 6'in the mornin'
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| We didn’t wake up to ask…
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