| Let the smoke take control
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| And cock the four four before you step out the door
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| Why, fool it’s getting colder
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| In the West Coast we make you look over your shoulder
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| We stay Pit Bossing, flossing, they can’t hold us
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| Soldiers stay strapped
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| What’s a war if you can’t shoot back and lay the other side flat
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| Fuck that, took that steel if you walk the walk
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| Don’t talk too much and that’s real
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| Fool, you’ll get your cap peeled
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| Don’t be a hater cuz you’re broke and we got mad skrill
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| Motherfucker I’m an AP Krazy
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| Money don’t make me, I make fools like you pay me
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| If pigs wanna play, hey we can tangle
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| But don’t tie a knot that your ass can’t untangle
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| Conditions unstable, you’re fucking with the pitbull
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| I got this motherfucker locked plain and simple
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| Soldiers stay strapped
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| What’s a war if you can’t shoot back and lay the other side flat
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| Fuck that, tuck that steel you get your cap peeled
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| In the state of CA shit is all real
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| I take no chances, stack my advances
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| We dodge badges everyday they try to catch us
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| They snatch us off the block
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| They watch around the clock trying to read what we talk
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| Plotting to raid the spot, but I ain’t having that
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| Hell nah, it’s never enough
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| And all you jealous motherfuckers say I’m doing too much
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| I know it’s hard to see a young man
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| With no diploma taking over flipping grams, a Mexican with the upper hand
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| Understand contraband keeps coming
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| Soldiers keep marching cuz the drummer keeps drumming
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| Something for you fake little faggots to learn
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| My bridge is definantly one you don’t wanna burn
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| Tables turn, now it’s my time to shine
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| Tell me who’s the most requested out the 619
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| Real shit sells, fake shit sits on the shelf
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| Before you respect anybody respect yourself bitch |