| I’m from Slauson, when shit get drastic down here
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| Fuck a room, go to sleep in a casket
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| I’m from Slauson, when shit get drastic down here
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| Fuck a room, go to sleep in a casket
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| I’m from Slauson, when shit get drastic down here
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| Fuck a room, go to sleep in a casket
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| I’m from Slauson, when shit get drastic down here
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| Fuck a room, go to sleep in a casket
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| My nigga why you come 'round here?
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| Knowing you ain’t from 'round here?
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| That’s how you get robbed and shot
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| Lil niggas they got guns 'round here
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| 'Cause niggas die young 'round here
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| So you better get off the block
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| My nigga why you come 'round here?
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| Knowing you ain’t from 'round here?
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| That’s how you get robbed and shot
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| And lil niggas they got guns 'round here
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| 'Cause niggas die young 'round here
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| So you better get off the-
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| Let’s take the block through my hood
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| Crenshaw corner stores, dope spots on the low
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| Young homies hit the pen, old G’s on parole (Let's go)
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| Dice games in the back, air holes in the MAC
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| Leather on my seats, burners stashed in my Cadillac
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| Yellow tape, white chalk, 10th Ave, High Park
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| Young black males catchin' hell from them white cops
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| G-Rod on one, two homies, three guns
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| Hoppin' out, killin' shit, four-five semi-spit
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| Four-five niggas hit, my retaliation, go
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| Somebody got two dollars, just a part of gang bangin', yo
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| And Bush keep talkin' 'bout the war in the Middle East
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| But he don’t give a fuck about this war in these city streets
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| So fuck peace, I’ma ride on my enemies
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| And friends is somethin' we can never pretend to be
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| I’m showin' you somethin' that you was never meant to see
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| You might choose your life, there’s killers in the vicinity
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| My nigga why you come 'round here?
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| Knowing you ain’t from 'round here?
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| That’s how you get robbed and shot
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| Lil niggas they got guns 'round here
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| 'Cause niggas die young 'round here
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| So you better get off the block
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| My nigga why you come 'round here?
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| Knowing you ain’t from 'round here?
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| That’s how you get robbed and shot
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| And lil niggas they got guns 'round here
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| 'Cause niggas die young 'round here
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| So you better get off the-
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| Let’s take the block through my hood
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| Ridin' 63rd, flip work off the curb
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| Got crashed, cops that hop gates wanna hear the bird
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| Young flips give me head, tryna keep me in the bed
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| Once I get my nut, I’m out the door, I’m all about my bread
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| Westside killers ride, never seen a nigga die
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| Now he trigger-traumatized, humble from the homicide
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| Gang bang nigga shit, same day different shit
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| More drama than a soap opera where I’m livin' bitch
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| And everybody talkin' bout stop snitchin'
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| I was countin' from your street lights, so they don’t need a witness
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| They come to court wit' a tape on your ass
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| With your face on blast, close cased on your ass
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| I let off ten shots, I got plenty to go (Alright)
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| Do a nigga like O-Dog, hit that bitch in the store, for real
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| 'Cause when Caine was on the set filmin' Menace
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| We was servin' on the steps, no respect for the tenants
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| My nigga why you come 'round here?
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| Knowing you ain’t from 'round here?
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| That’s how you get robbed and shot
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| Lil niggas they got guns 'round here
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| 'Cause niggas die young 'round here
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| So you better get off the block
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| My nigga why you come 'round here?
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| Knowing you ain’t from 'round here?
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| That’s how you get robbed and shot
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| And lil niggas they got guns 'round here
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| 'Cause niggas die young 'round here
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| So you better get off the-
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| Let’s take the block through my hood
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| I’m rep of 5−8, I’m Crenshaw ace-ace
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| I’m blue steal 38's, I send 'em to the pearly gates
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| I’m young thug, get it straight
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| White teeth, Bathing Ape
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| I smoke big kush wit' S-Black and Big Wake
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| thousand dollar jeans, mind on another page
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| Come and get money nigga, grind rocks from the cage
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| Violence in one time, hustle on another stage
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| Pop shops, crash cops, niggas livin' in a rage
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| Under street lights, in my district, get waved at 'em
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| ,, I’m dope-locked, 8th Ave
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| I post up, set shop, go hard, and get cash
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| Lean on the gate wit' a K and a face mask
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| So if you think you touchin' us, not hardly
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| When the rifle blast it sound like the pipes on a Harley
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| If you think I’m new around here, I beg your pardon
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| I’m Slauson Avenue, I’m little Marcus Garvey
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| My nigga why you come 'round here?
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| Knowing you ain’t from 'round here?
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| That’s how you get robbed and shot
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| Lil niggas they got guns 'round here
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| 'Cause niggas die young 'round here
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| So you better get off the block
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| My nigga why you come 'round here?
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| Knowing you ain’t from 'round here?
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| That’s how you get robbed and shot
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| And lil niggas they got guns 'round here
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| 'Cause niggas die young 'round here
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| So you better get off the-
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| Let’s take the block through my hood |