| I be the one that they be pulling off that fool on the flow
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| After we be going toe to toe
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| I holds mine, never do I be talking no shit
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| Cause niggas that be talking that shit, always get it
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| Punk ass niggas go face down in a river
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| Other niggas deliver, fuck when they buck
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| They give a damn about you and your mamma
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| So get the fuck up outta here, nigga, and take the drama
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| Back to your set, back to your hood
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| To your kicking spot, your street or your block
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| Your crib or your rest, your mamma’s address
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| Niggas gives a fuck, still I catch two to the chest
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| And then it’ll be on, like some after school shit
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| Fuck a gun, a got to knuckles saying I’m getting one
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| My niggas say I clown too much
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| When I’m laying phat shit with my nigga Hutch
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| Say what? |
| It’s like that, nigga
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| (Yeah, it’s like that, nigga)
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| What? |
| It’s like that, nigga
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| (Yeah it’s like that, nigga)
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| Say what? |
| It’s like that nigga
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| (You know it’s like that, nigga)
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| So it’s on, I told my niggas to grab the chrome
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| Fucking with Rocc ya catch shots to your dome
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| Cause I don’t give a fuck, that’s the feelin'
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| Scoop up the Villain, it’s time to do some motherfuckin' killin'
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| Cause I be kickin' shit, I’m thinkin' back in the days
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| When we used to scrap at the Compton Parade
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| I be throwin' vicious blows like Mike Tyson
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| Rocc greatest hits, nigga I’m the shit
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| Make the wrong move, then it’s fucked up results
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| Niggas can’t cope, yo, them shots he provoked
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| Comin' with that G style, make you hoes wild
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| Got my criminal record locked up in Rockford Files
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| Hank at the shack, yo, I call my Ponderosa
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| Clockin' more dollars than a Cali stock broker
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| You can call me your all around nigga
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| I loot, I shoot, if I how I kill a crew
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| So pass me a war like a King in the clutch
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| Fuckin' up shit with my nigga Ren and Hutch
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| And it’s like that
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| Bigg Rocc representin'
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| I be that nigga that put Compton on the map
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| So you bitch made niggas step the fuck back
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| My throne is a corner, wherever I lay my hat
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| Police always show up, wherever they say I’m at
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| They say real niggas don’t die but niggas be dyin' everyday
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| Them devils be screamin' on niggas
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| And niggas be actin' like hoes in every way
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| But I’m a goddamn soldier it’s my time to rule
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| Callin' hits like the mafia, nigga, from a bar stool
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| Hit after hit, every record is the same
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| Still getting mine out here in the rap game
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| Not a Black Caesar, more like a Black Pharoh
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| The gorilla killa devil in a double barrel, uh
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| Sawed off and hauled off, here I come again
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| Peace to all my people in the pen, cause Ren
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| I’ll keep all my shit comin' phat
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| So weak fools take this it’s like that
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| Vil |