| Gyeah Gyeah Gyeah
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| Its goin out to all them G’s
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| To all them thug niggas still in the pen
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| All my homiez in YA and shit
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| Still in the struggle
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| For all them thug niggas out there representin hoo bangin to the fullest
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| What all you motherfuckers gon do
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| Check me out
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| What you motherfuckers gon throw up
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| What you motherfuckers gon do
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| Get your ass sow up
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| When I blast the 22
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| Player times is ill
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| Half of you niggas be wishin rhymes can kill
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| Hoo bangin who claimin the same hood as me
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| I guarantee them motherfucker ain’t as good as me
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| I’m takin chances when givin circumstancers the deal with
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| Got a brand new Gat from my homiez so I can kill with
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| 17 shots makin 17 niggas drop
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| Now its 13 ammalances headin to the circle spot
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| To some of them niggas sleepin like toxic ways
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| It will be a closed casket cause I blast to the face
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| They got a taste of my heater
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| Hoppin cisalin like cup of heater
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| The only way that a nigga coulde be tha
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| Its the be fastest a fuckin sheeter
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| I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
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| Gyeah
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| I said bangin in the CPT
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| I sit back and reminisce about the days of old
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| As I crack the OGO watchin my platinum vote
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| First rule I always had to roll with heat
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| Cause its a cold cruel world with some stonecold streets
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| Which block you set trippin happy
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| Wrong shit out of their teeth catch the reef
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| No sorrow cause it might be me dead tomorrow
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| So ya’ll see the hollow its the cold I follow
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| I really miss my G that got shot last year
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| So I shead a tear and pour out a little beer
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| Now look at how the enemies made me I’m crazy
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| Disguise is hazy from your shoulders you can’t face me
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| I blaze up the blunt start to talk up Gyeah
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| All the points for the hood I don’t chalked a Gyeah
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| Cause I ain’t got nothin to loose
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| I’m yellin WEST you bitch as I serve you fools
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| Come on
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| I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
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| Uhh
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| I said bangin in the CPT
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| Gyeah
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| Uhh
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| I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
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| Uhh
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| I said bangin in the CPT
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| Come on check me out
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| I said life ain’t nuttin but bitches and money
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| Blast get the cash live my life like yummy
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| Time to flies when I ride it seems funny
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| Make shure I spit the shells deep up in your tummy
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| Who got shot on your block the spots hot
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| Caps get peeled on your block like tic tac
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| No happy days just criminal ways
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| And the criminal mind make shure the crime pays
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| Who lays deep in the cut I’m givin a fuck
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| Cause sometimes I just feel like a nut
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| Drove off in the alley so I can hit they gates
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| And release the wooden handle 38 with dub take
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| They cock the half of my nigga L from Gray
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| Chronic got me beepin my chest like them AGE
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| Brave ain’t the case they gave me was 187
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| For sendin niggas to hell and heaven
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| I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
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| I said bangin in the CPT
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| Gyeah
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| Come on
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| I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
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| Bangin in the I-N-G
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| Gyeah
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| Come on
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| I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
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| Bangin in the S. C
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| Gyeah
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| I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
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| Bangin in the LBC
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| Gyeah
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| Come on
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| Ohhh
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| Hoo bangin in the house
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| Come on Gyeah
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| Hoo bangin in the house
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| Come on Gyeah
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| Its goin out to all my G’s
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| Its goin out to all my G’s locked down in the pen
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| Still on the struggle
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| Now the fuck we do it
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| Gyeah
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| WESTSIDE fo life
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| CPT till I die
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| Hoo bangin to the fullest
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| Gyeah |