| Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
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| Now I bounce 6−4's up and down Crenshaw
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| Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
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| Now I bounce 6−4's up and down Crenshaw
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| Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
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| Now I bounce 6−4's up and down Crenshaw
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| Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
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| Now I bounce 6−4's up and down Crenshaw
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| Listen, look, walkin' up the block in Dickies
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| To hittin' corners on chrome, pocket full of 20s
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| Y’all know my style, from hittin' licks and splittin' 50/50
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| To all expense paid trips 'cause they request for Nipsey
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| Let’s get this bread, nigga
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| Been on my grind since '99, and like I said, nigga
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| A broke nigga might as well just be a dead nigga
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| And when you starvin', you gon' eat whatever’s fed to you
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| Bite the hand that feeds you, you deserve to eat lead, nigga
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| You pitchin' crumbs to these pigeons, you a breadwinner
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| All outta bread, they start peckin' at your head, nigga
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| The loyalty is gone now, so the game different
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| It’s like we can’t really ball 'cause we playin' injured
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| So many undercover niggas in the mix
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| On top of that, these cameras on these corners taking pictures
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| My niggas doin' time, I shoot a line and send a flick to
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| Have money on my mind, now, I, I, I get it
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| Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
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| Now I bounce 6−4's up and down Crenshaw
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| Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
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| Now I bounce 6−4's up and down Crenshaw
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| Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
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| Now I bounce 6−4's up and down Crenshaw
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| Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
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| Now I bounce 6−4's up and down Crenshaw
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| I came a long way from playing X to that bird cage
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| On Slauson Avenue, yeah, home of the real bird gang
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| Did my curb thang, sat in spots 'til the bird came
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| Locked me in them cold chains, all over the cocaine
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| Cold game, movin' with no brains
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| Got bags of the propane and I’m right back, doin' my own thing
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| I speak no names, I run with my own gangs
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| Stay puffin' the purple rain, some shit ain’t gon' never change
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| Put the blow on the block, niggas lovin' what the weather bring
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| The palms of my young hands whiter than Kevin Federline’s
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| Hallucinate for a minute, go hard off the amphetamines
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| I got the prescription you need, call me Mister Medicine
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| Distribute crack rock, you can call me Mister Medellin
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| Like Rafael Ochoa, 'cause he get that heavy green
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| I wish a nigga would try and get me
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| I’m going out like Rocket in Colors, you bitch niggas dyin' with me
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| Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
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| Now I bounce 6−4's up and down Crenshaw
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| Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
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| Now I bounce 6−4's up and down Crenshaw
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| Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
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| Now I bounce 6−4's up and down Crenshaw
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| Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
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| Now I bounce 6−4's up and down Crenshaw
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| Neighborhood Nip Hussle, look
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| Impossible odds, every boss take a loss
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| Still I live for my people, and I die for my squad
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| See, I come from the struggle, I was brought up to hustle
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| Me and my mama and my granny and my big brother
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| My uncle Reggie smoke dope but we still love him
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| He pawned my granny wedding ring and she still trust him
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| If I ruled the world I wouldn’t change nothin'
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| I thank the Lord for my struggle 'cause I came from it
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| Hustle
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| Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
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| Now I bounce 6−4's up and down Crenshaw
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| Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
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| Now I bounce 6−4's up and down Crenshaw
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| Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
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| Now I bounce 6−4's up and down Crenshaw
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| Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
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| Now I bounce 6−4's up and down Crenshaw |