| Who drops that gangsta shit
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| And don’t quit
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| Who’s that bald motherfucker that be (???) your bitch (Who?)
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| I’m a sick motherfucker til the day that I’m gone
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| Me and my shadow on the balcony, hittin' the bong (Yeah)
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| Only the strong survives on these streets
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| Of Southern California, better know where this lead
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| We still bangin'
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| Aiming at your frame, cause you claiming
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| I just runnin' everythang, in this game that we playin'
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| You’re weak
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| What you make in a year, I make in a week
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| I roll with motherfuckers that’ll put you to sleep
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| Forever
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| In any weather, don’t matter the time
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| You won’t find another clique that is sicker than mine
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| This is westside, enemies hide and live in shelter
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| Lookin' like a mug with heat rocks that’ll melt ya
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| I’m a let the world hear the unheard
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| And see the unseen, I am the latest word
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| Biotch
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| Chorus: Mr. Shadow
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| Who drops them gangsta hits and don’t quit (Quit)
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| Who makes them haters split with real shit (Shit)
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| Who keeps the doobie lit with convicts
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| And gets, into shit, with glass metals or sticks (Who?)
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| Repeat Chorus
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| When I slide on your side (What's up)
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| You all hide
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| Cause you know it’s my show, put your ass on quiet time
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| A violent crime on this side of the line
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| One time, have a fit, when they see me in mine
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| Don’t waste my time, cause it can get real nasty
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| That’s to all you Marx
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| Claimin' you’re gonna blast me
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| Pass me a bottle and a chronic sack
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| Where’s all my motherfuckin' gangsters and my bitches at
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| The shit is phat
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| It’s on like that
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| Little homies stay
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| Pimpin', big time and broke bitches don’t know me
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| Show me what I came for, dollar bills with big faces
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| Big exchanges in abandonded places
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| Ransom cases
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| To the average fool don’t know
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| The type of shit that makes a thug violate his parole
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| You best leave it alone
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| In the west, it’s no lie
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| Still down to die for anything in my life
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| You motherfuckers
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| Repeat Chorus Twice
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| I’m a light this rocket
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| Yeah, so you stealing motherfuckers
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| Ask yourself who
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| Look behind you, bitch
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| Gon' be
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| Gonna ask you
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| It ain’t nothin' to a boss (Hell nah)
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| You get tossed
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| Whenever you come across a bigger set of balls
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| Don’t trigger me off, I ain’t nothing to fuck with
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| And when I come through, buckin' ass, you better duck quick
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| Fuck this
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| It’s a man’s world and you’re bitches
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| Dime dropping snitches
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| Your life is finished
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| Hun
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| I’m a menace
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| All about business
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| Stay out of mine or get served with stiffness
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| My shit list can go on for days
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| But there’s too many motherfuckers to be mentioning names
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| Fuck 'em all (Fuck 'em all)
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| Took 'em all deep in soil
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| Much love to all my peeps stayin' true and loyal
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| We live the life of a thug cause that’s all we know
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| In the streets, bringin' heat, staying G for sho
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| SoCal in your mouth, westside of the states
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| Step aside or get walked on
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| In CA, yeah
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| Repeat Chorus Four Times |