| I heard about some fool
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| He got in for me
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| Talkin bout the day he find me
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| He gonna blind me
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| But I got some thing else
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| Up my fuckin sleeve
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| You wanted static mothafucka
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| Now you will recieve
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| A bullet to the dome
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| To make sure that ass is gone
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| And one inside your fuckin mouth
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| You dirty like the south
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| Cause you’s a fuckin bitch
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| And now you lay inside a ditch
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| Inside a casket with worms
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| Got rid of you like germs
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| So take a fuckin listen
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| Before you end up missin
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| Cause you’s just a fuckin peon
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| Have that ass runnin like Deon
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| So what the fuck you wanna do
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| So take some steps
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| I’ll turn before you do
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| Then terminate your fuckin crew
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| Cause I don’t give a fuck
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| Some say that all dogs have it’s day
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| But why the fuck should I have to worry
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| When I’m a fuckin bird fool
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| You’ll get attacked by me and Lolo
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| I’m never solo
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| Straight out the 619
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| Come represent my cholos
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| I’m goin syko mothafuckas I lost my mind
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| You best not ever fuck around
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| And try to take what’s mind
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| I got this game on lock
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| Through ever fuckin block
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| I rock the gangsta shit
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| So fuck those that bump the Hip-Hop
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| Niggas wanna murder me
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| Bury me a G nigga
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| I bust a flee nigga
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| The nigga you can’t see nigga
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| Smash on your soil
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| With AK’s and hand gernades
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| We know where you hang
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| So we bang streets, renegades
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| Blast out the escalad yell the set as we jet
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| Leavie em dead in the street
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| And have their family cryin for weeks
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| Shit get’s deep so we creep on late night rides
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| For the homies who die the pride lead to homicides
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| We’ll each surive the pain insane to the brain
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| I slang cane so I can get more guns for my gang
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| So it’s understood I do this for the hood
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| The land of the no good South West Inglewood
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| Where you kill or be killed
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| Cause it’s real on the field
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| Where niggas will chase you down
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| And make sure your cap is peeled
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| It’s just the evil mind
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| Crazy with my daisy shine
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| And I ain’t scared to due no time
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| For my krime nigga
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| Once again it’s me
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| Livin life up on a string
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| I’ll shoot that ass
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| You’ll never make up inside the ring
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| I got my plan premeditated
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| I live my life X-rated
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| And all you sons of bitches
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| Will never be able to fade it
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| So what fuckin rock did you crawl from under
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| Puto you ain’t shit, I’ll rain on you like thunder
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| Punk bitches all surrender
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| Your hoes love me tender
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| I’ll get your mothafuckin dome
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| You’s the great pretender
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| Always talking about how gon do this and that
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| Best to check yourself look at where you at
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| This is my fuckin block my fuckin hood my turf
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| When you spit lyrics fool
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| They still come soft just like a nerf
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| I’m still the undisputed when I compete they voted
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| If a dead man could talk
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| You would ask him who done shooted
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| I always get suluted off the map you got rooted
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| The Knightowl’s fuckin gone
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| I’ve done mothafuckin hooted |