| Yeah, Five Thirteen, it’s a movie, muthafucka
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| Yeah, Outlawz, Snoop Dogg, real gangsta shit
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| Yeah, let’s go
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| What do we have here and now? |
| Outlaw Ridaz and the Dogg Father
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| We just came to collect from you style bitters
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| Law homies similar to them Al Qaeda’s
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| Yung bull’s off the leash, and he will bite ya
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| Project roof with the beam, yeah they will snipe ya
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| Time to pay the piper, this for them three strikers
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| We got soldiers from Pelican Bay to Rickers
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| Yung Thug show they dug up, wanna be just like us
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| Long Beach to Jersey, ain’t no limits, I’m like Percy
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| No love for these hoes, we ain’t thirsty
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| My Makaveli and Kadafi live on
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| Real soldiers never fall, we keep pushin' along
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| And the polly ain’t involved unless it’s paper involved
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| It’s official as it gets, Snoop Dogg and 'em Outlawz
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| Born on the West, raised on the East
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| Best of both coastes, ways of the streets
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| Man up or man down, stand up or stand down
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| You know the rules, what goes around, comes around
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| What goes up, yes, comin' down
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| And if that bitch can’t swim, then she bound to drown
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| Out of 25 niggas, 20 will try to kill ya
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| Then outta them five, 2 don’t really feel ya
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| Then outta them three, one gon' get familiar
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| Then outta them two, they gon' set you up to kill yo ass
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| What’s done in the dark will come to the light
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| You used to pull up, mobbin' 'em boys
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| The tables done turn cause you run in the night
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| Death to my enemies, throw 'em reposers
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| One in yo face instead of a closure
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| Bang, bang (comma comma), now nobody knows ya
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| Bang, these niggas ain’t nuttin' like us
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| They ain’t gon' bust a grape in a fruit fight
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| Why thy niggas actin' so tough?
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| I done played around, got funded on
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| Hit the ground but now I’m back off
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| But there comes a time in the middle of a rhyme
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| When I have to stop and you fucked, nigga
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| Fuck nigga, nigga, that’s cum on yo muthafuckin' head, nigga
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| I’m finna paint you red, you dead, nigga
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| Actions speak louder than words, and ain’t nobody talkin'
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| I come through with karma in the lock and get through with (cop papapapapa)
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| Barkin' on these niggas
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| Workin' on these niggas
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| Talkin' on, stompin' on, C walkin' on these niggas
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| Lurkin' on these niggas
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| Breakin' bread, takin' mess
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| To sustain my mindframe
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| Dope pound, that’s my game
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| They like my time change, taste like that Bombay
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| Spread like that nine, bang
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| Always do my thang
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| Niggas know 10 to 4, stay high, way high
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| But I can make you drink about it
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| I can make you think about it
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| DPGS, Outlaw immortals
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| Smash that, flashbacks
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| Get yo tape recorders
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| Push play, good day
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| Get more money
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| Pussey, roll it up, it betta be that good shit
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| C-comin' through, thirty D, no creep
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| All guns, all hot
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| King James, all heat
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| So ride down to the bow wow
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| The shit gets no rilla
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| Long done, king kong
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| Bitch, I’m Godzilla
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| Man up or man down, stand up or stand down
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| You know the rules, what goes around, comes around
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| What goes up, yes, comin' down
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| And if that bitch can’t swim, then she bound to drown
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| What go around, come around, we backin' up the bubble
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| O-Fowl and D.O. |
| Double, you know it’s known for trouble
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| You know we gon' hustle, from here to abroad
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| If you mad at the grind, then you prolly
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| Get the way that I shine is a sight to behold
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| A1 from the jump, never snitch, never told
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| Stay up on my toes, peepin' game is a must
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| Livin' my life on the move, it’s only a few I can trust
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| So weird, it’s like I’m not even here
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| Until they see me in the flesh
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| And they know that it’s real
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| So clear, no cries, like a VVS
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| No challenge, no cally, but we still the best
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| Let 'em have it like a spree, no brown, no green
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| It’s a small thing to an outlaw, Don King
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| We still gettin' it and keep it movin' like 18 Wheelers
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| Stay away from squealers and bullshitters
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| It’s the niggas
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| Man up or man down, stand up or stand down
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| You know the rules, what goes around, comes around
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| What goes up, yes, comin' down
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| And if that bitch can’t swim, then she bound to drown |