| Yeah, what’s crackin, ha ha
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| Mr. Shadow
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| With my diggty dawg bow wow
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| GP to the A
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| We keep it gangsta all day
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| In Killaforn I-A
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| You know, shit
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| We all gangsta thugs and hustlers
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| Mothafucka
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| Hoes we brake laws
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| So shut your jaws
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| Feel the combination
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| From this San Diego south paw
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| Bitch I’m your down fall
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| Bustin roll calls on property walls
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| On Don Robbery’s and Shoppin Malls
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| Gangsta walk through your grandmother’s house
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| And if the hoe says a word
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| She’s gettin smacked in the mouth
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| I gives a fuck what you’re goin through
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| Fuck what you’re down for
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| It’s Woptown for you busters on the platform
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| For your concern on the daily we burn
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| Multiple rounds of chronic
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| Runnin the streets in a hurry
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| We all gangstas smugglin
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| Strugglin and daily hustlers
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| And we gettin paid
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| Without workin a muscle
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| Life is like a puzzle
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| Got to get it together
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| Now my shit’s legal
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| Still puttin down for what ever
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| Berretas never let up
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| Mothafucka breath again
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| Don’t ever try to fuck with this
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| Amichi Park Mexican
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| Here we go again on a gangsta fied mission
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| Mr. Shadow, GPA straight dippin
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| Fuck you fools, who don’t like us
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| Just because we’re thugs and roll with murderers
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| If you’s a smoker where’s the mothafuckin bud at
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| What you think you’re blazin my sack
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| Fuck that
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| Tuck my nine on my waist at all times
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| Look where I got slangin nickels and dimes
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| And I’m still growin
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| Flowin P’s and K’s over the border
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| Mothafuckas pay me in cash
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| Car keys or money orders
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| I know you heard of us
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| Thugs and murderers
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| How nobody can handle us
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| Cause we’re so scandelous
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| Plus we’re down to bust headeral
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| If not all my federal
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| Hollow slugs at all you bitch homosexuals
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| Actin like you got it crackin
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| But nothin goin on
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| But your mothafuckin lips smackin
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| You see fools like you get wacked in the streets
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| Out here it’s no joke and fake hoes get beat
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| If you sleep you’re losin little homie fuck snuzzin
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| So light up a blunt and start brain cell abusin
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| Who the fuck ya’ll ballin
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| Pistol grippin just for bittin
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| Spray paintin on the wall
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| Territory gang fightin
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| In get this feeling as I begin to write down shit
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| Lyrics get tossed on to a beat when it’s on hit
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| For ever I’m bustin
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| And rats I never trust em
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| Hoes I never love em
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| And haters I say fuck em
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| Cause I can get crazy on em
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| Not only in raps
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| Ain’t scared to put hands on em
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| Fuck talkin we scrap
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| Gettin my lok on
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| Get ready and hold on
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| I bang when I’m bustin
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| Want it all when there’s nothin
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| Ain’t got shit to prove
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| High as fuck and feel my groove
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| Gotta take a moment
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| Under preasure when I flow it
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| Lyrics surprised all those actin phony
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| Slip and slide in my street slang
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| With the mic that I’m holdin
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| On the run mothafuckas
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| Packin gun mothafuckas
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| Just for fun mothafuckas
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| Any dumb mothafuckas
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| Right here be the Wicked side
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| Let me take you for a ride
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| Drunk as fuck like my raps
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| This is Deigo pride
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| You know how that shit goes
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| Now tell me
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| Can one of you fuck with us
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| Uh un… I don’t think so
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| So tuck you tail and go home
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| Mothafucka |