| It’s a hot sunny day in the LBC
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| It’s me the H-E-L-D-A-N to the Z
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| Straight flipping the script on the strip
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| So come equipped with your .9 and your extra clip
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| 'Cause every single day in my hood it’s on
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| Now how would you feel with this nina to your dome? |
| You gone!
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| For fucking with them BG’s, fucking with the small guys
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| Now you got black eyes and your punk ass realize
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| That you can’t, fuck with us little niggas no more
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| We going loony, crazy, loco, and year nine fezzo
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| And yo, how would you feel if your cap got peeled?
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| By an loony BG hitting hard as steel, so chill
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| For a second while I wreck it on this track
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| And um, you don’t want to see me when I flip
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| So don’t be fucking with us little niggas, we ain’t to be fucked with
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| That’s what you get
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| That’s what you get
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| That’s what you get
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| That’s what you get
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| That’s what you get
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| That’s what you get
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| That’s what you get
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| That’s what you get
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| Now, just the other day a fool tried to trip
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| He ran up in my face, so I banked him in his lip
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| I had to show him I was small, but I was a hog
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| And then he ran up in my face again, I broke his fucking jaw y’all
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| He hit the motherfucking ground
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| And the whole pound gathered all around and put the mother fucking stomp down
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| Now, how do you feel punk nigga?
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| I’m standing over you with my finger on my trigger
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| Figure that you crazy jump up and get smoke like a joint
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| And ½ Dead will straight prove his point
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| To a nigga, a bitch, or a snitch, leave a motherfucker stitched
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| In the bottom of a ditch, if he switch
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| Up on a nigga from the L-O-N-G B-E-A-C-H
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| I make you in the gate, while my skills elevate
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| And when you hit it, you better hit it quick
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| And don’t be fucking with us little niggas, we ain’t to be fucked with
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| That’s what you get
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| That’s what you get
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| That’s what you get
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| That’s what you get
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| That’s what you get
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| That’s what you get
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| That’s what you get
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| That’s what you get
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| Yeah, this song goes out to all you big niggas who be trying to punk us little
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| niggas. |
| We ain’t going out like that no more, this 9 fizzo, really doe,
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| big baby
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| Well the Eastside of LBC takes no slack
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| If you fuck with a nigga you’ll get put on your back
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| So I advise you to ride with your eyes wide
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| When you creeping and crawling, through the motherfucking Eastside
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| 'Cause if a nigga catch you slipping, he will have your head
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| So listen up close to this nigga ½ Dead
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| And I’m telling you this from experience
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| Because now in 1994, all these big niggas is fearing us
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| Loony ass nigga from the LBC
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| Because nowadays none of you niggas can’t fuck with me, see?
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| And if you really really want to trip
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| I would leave 17 stitches in your upper lip
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| To let you know I got it going on
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| Cause I can kick this funky shit like all night long
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| And when I do it, I do it quick
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| And don’t fuck with us little niggas, we ain’t to be fucked with
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| That’s what you get
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| That’s what you get
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| That’s what you get
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| That’s what you get
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| That’s what you get
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| That’s what you get
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| That’s what you get
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| That’s what you get |