| Louieville:
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| Tired as fuck just woke up what’s goin’on?
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| Gun Clapper 3 yelling sound thee alarm
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| This ain’t no drill move your fuckin’ass cause they here
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| Pass the mask tear gas is tossed in the air
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| We’re surrounded street is crowed can’t wait no more
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| First break fuck bust through that front door
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| Poppadidick and if they double up they get splitted
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| Hit 'em did 'em no damn good Benedic Arnold
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| Calm yourself there’s no need for panicing
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| Slugs to him chest leavin’himself stiff like manakins
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| Men it is, the fuckin’worst way to die
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| But when I die I’m goin’all out with my five
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| Top Dawg:
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| But hold on son I got your back you got mine?
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| First pick flinch or move leave 'em spine
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| On the table, spit belly from the navel
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| Unable to talk his trash I stalk kick that mayheim
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| Louieville:
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| Let’s move along, you know we stand strong
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| Allah got our backs so we won’t go wrong
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| Cause shit is all hot up in our face
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| I think we should slide to a place where it’s safe
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| Come on Top Dawg:
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| Time’s a wastin’no lookin’back or move fakin'
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| Devils of all kinds cross lines so now I’m thinkin'
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| Escape route (no doubt) cause odds is far from even
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| No joke loc I just hope we see this evening
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| Louieville:
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| Just be ready for whatever, come dress for action
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| If we gettin’pass him if not we just blastin'
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| Him so let it not, have to come down to that
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| But for now son keep the fuckin’mack where it’s at talking
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| Top Dawg:
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| It takes one time and a word to start my niggas to envy
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| You don’t know how it is after dark
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| So stop figuring that we give a fuck
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| Cause you know me not give a fuck
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| In this jungle walk we stalk with the shottie
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| The pumps, come try and put yourself in our boots likkle youth
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| Better face behind this madness you done started in your root
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| Louieville:
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| So who be you copy cat standing over there
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| Trying to come clear and face to face with my dry tear
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| I raise hell smells from my inhales
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| My minds not here and I don’t think you want to go there
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| So stand clear, or get ripped from the rear
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| To your head, O.G.C. |
| payed dues to get you red (fed up)
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| Whatever, bring your flame you can call it ruckus
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| We make shit so hot you can call this Waco Texas (boom)
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| Starange:
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| I beez Starange man I gets wicked on the flow
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| Louieville Sluggah:
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| It’s Louieville you know I pack the bat like so Top Dawg:
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| I be the Top Dawg but better known as the O All:
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| Motherfucks better act like they know yo |