| All units, code four.
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| Suspect’s wearing a black leather jacket,
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| black boots, carrying a numchuk (with a possible gun).
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| BOOOM nigga! |
| Right back at ya What the fuck you thought, nigga?
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| Come to Long Beach and get yo’motherfuckin ass caught
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| Put in the crosshair, and that’s for real nigga
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| And that’s how we do shit nigga
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| You better, ask some-motherfuckin-body
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| Slip into some fucked up shit with me As night prepares yo’mind to sleep
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| Slip into some fucked up shit with me You in a chronic haze and fall asleep
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| Slip into some fucked up shit with me And when you wake up you don’t know where you at Slip into some fucked up shit with me Uh-huh. |
| this is Long Beach (MUR-DER)
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| Now let’s get down to the nitty gritty
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| Mood is shitty, no pity
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| Long Beach is the city
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| Since I’m from Long Beach, I got to put in work
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| And no, this ain’t Compton and Long Beach together;
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| strictly Long Beach
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| Listen to me preach
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| Anybody killa?! |
| Mass murder!
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| That was the sound of my double barreled shotgun
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| and there is no place to run
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| So if you’re thinkin bout comin to Long Beach
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| Chip in, bullets will be zippin
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| zappin — bodies collapsin
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| Killa beats! |
| Then I put the raps in It’s on it’s on it’s on and
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| we can bust a cap 'til the break of dawn
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| So now that you heard the warning
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| I welcome you — with open arms
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| Open FIRE arms
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| And we don’t give a fuck about cars with alarms
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| It’s a jack move nigga give it up is you crazy?
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| Glock 40 pointed to your head
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| BOOM! |
| Now another nigga’s dead. |
| (BLOODY MURDER)
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| Slip into some fucked up shit with me MURDER
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| Slip into some fucked up shit with me BLOODY MURDER
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| Slip into some fucked up shit with me MURDER
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| Slip into some fucked up shit with me BLOODY MURDER
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| Slip into some fucked up shit with me Murder dey, murder dem, murder dey, murder dem |