| Pistols poppin,
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| Shells fly you see the bodies drop,
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| I’m knee deep in these streets you niggas dip dobbin,
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| Too many niggas tryna hustle,
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| Just stick to robbin,
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| Imagine grindin 12 hours with 200 dollars,
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| Block boy,
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| It’s my rise to the top boy,
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| 10 speed handle bar before I did the drop boy,
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| I rock a soldier rag but nuttin like the hot boys,
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| Mine navy blue «S"dome with the top toy,
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| Yea and I walk it like I talk it boy,
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| You don’t wanna sqauble you socks like the tp droor,
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| White Lincoln with the light grey leather seats,
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| Chrome alpinas on perellies sold seperately,
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| Hell yea I’m rich rollin with the weponry in case I got to pop a fuck nigga
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| like a exstacy,
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| So a worry on my mind is what you’ll never be,
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| I’m ready for what ever beef,
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| You niggas ain’t no threat cause I’m
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| Strapped,
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| But you don’t want no problems with my sqaud,
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| Come through yo block niggas poppin out the cars,
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| We,
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| Clap,
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| And I don’t care who you are,
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| Nigga fuck yo hood nigga fuck yo hood
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| These niggas is bitches they whisper they business to women,
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| And wonder how the cops catch em and bitches is snitchin,
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| Brag about a bank lick and a couple of killins,
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| Now he done talked hisself right into a life sentence,
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| Damn,
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| I guess stupid is a stupid does,
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| Just a message for you stupid crips and stupid bloods,
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| Look I’m not as stupid as ya’ll thought I was come through yo block and let
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| ya’ll talk about who cocked the slug,
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| Sick shit,
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| Roughless scandless crip shit,
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| Slauson nigga I bet you get banged on,
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| That’s what my nigga shady blue got the gage for,
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| That’s what my nigga black sam got the mack for,
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| Feds frontin my spot I’m runnin out the back door,
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| But it’s a rap cause they had me surrounded,
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| Took me to the ground,
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| Then they took me downtown,
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| Cause I was,
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| Now when you come to my hood you better watch yo back,
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| And when I come to yo hood you know I got that mack,
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| Cause I’m strapped,
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| And you don’t want no problems with my sqaud,
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| Naw you don’t want no problems with my sqaud,
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| I’m fresh of the cocain block I’m back killin em,
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| Yo boy turn a B 12 base rocks to benjamens,
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| One way ticket to the nyc,
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| Told my P.O. |
| my auntie died I got to visit my peeps,
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| But um,
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| Look you know that’s not the case right,
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| I’m splittin doutches on a stoop with a A flight,
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| Yea,
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| I see it’s money on the east coast,
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| I’m faded off that henney and that purple city weed smoke,
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| So holla at me cause I got it if you need dope,
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| West side niggas so you know we got the cheap «es,
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| He so off comma 6 0 comma «S"I'm a threat to an amigo, |