| This is for the ghettos, gangs, killas, pimps, playas, and thugs
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| This for the bitches in the ghettos that you never heard of
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| To them bitches and them hoes that be strugglin'
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| In the streets tryin' to keep the cash comin' in
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| I know it’s hard, cuz don’t nobody feel love
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| They turn they back while you down
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| Don’t nobody come around
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| Stay real Cuz, only the strong survive
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| Fuck Jesse but nigga, but keep hope alive
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| Cess weed provides relief
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| And the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat
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| The police wanna see a nigga dead or in the pen
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| Abusin' your rights, can’t win for losin'
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| But then again I might take flight, I’m facin' life anyway
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| Stripes got me thinkin' I might die any day
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| My back is against the wall, but I ain’t trapped
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| It’s a trap and if they ride, I’ma kill 'em all
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| Small-town in the West, don’t underestimate
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| Cuz we ride with the best and we pre-meditate
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| Full of hate, and known to hold a grudge
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| But I be like Don Corleone, fuck the jury and the judge
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| Chorus (X-Raided):
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| It ain’t where you from, it’s how you ride |
| Killas come from everywhere, thuggin' Worldwide
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| Niggas gangbang from California to Alaska
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| Slang 'cane from Maine back down to Nebraska
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| Every single city got a killa in the town
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| Every neighborhood got a nigga that put it down
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| It ain’t where you from, it’s how you ride
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| In every area code, it’s hardcore Worldwide
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| Second Verse (X-Raided):
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| Playin' war games, we off and discounted
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| L.A. against the bay in the Sacramento valley
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| Ain’t no respect, niggas is blind
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| You do yours, I do mine, but that don’t be workin' half the time
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| But recognize, you ain’t the only killa in the World
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| We come in all shapes and sizes, full of surprises
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| From jheri curls to perms, you never know
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| We got disguises, but when it’s time to ride, nigga you better know
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| Every hood got a square nigga
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| But if you rub him the wrong way, he might loc up and scare niggas
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| So watch what you say, and who you say it to
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| Cuz he might retaliate in a day or two
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| When he told you he would shoot family, you thought he was a coward
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| Talkin' like Gomer Pyle in a high tower |
| You found out the hard way you was dead wrong
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| But it ain’t no second chances, you dead and gone
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| Cuz it ain’t where you from, it’s how you ride
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| In every area code, it’s hardcore Worldwide
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| Third Verse (Hanifah):
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| I had a close encounter
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| With some Cali bounty hunters
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| On the block niggas, with mad bodies on the under
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| Check my cypher, six-shells, gats you can’t decipher
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| Niggas keep it hyper, in the clique I keep it proper
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| Watchin' who you talkin' to, watchin' who you hangin' with
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| Watchin' where you walkin' through, watchin' who you bangin' with
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| It’s one more that goes down
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| It’s Worldwide that throws down like countdowns on sundowns
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| Killin' niggas all around
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| A showdown that melts down your town
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| Niggas pay for the Hellbound
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| 'Nifah got you spellbound
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| X with the shut down
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| Hope your crew is ready for this Black Market throw down
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| The Worldwide sound
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| Cuz this is for the gangs, pimps, playas and the thugs
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| For the bitches in the ghetto you ain’t never heard of
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| To them bitches and them hoes that be strugglin' |
| And the streets tryin' to keep the cash comin' in |