| A nigga starvin' at home but with an appetite built for destruction
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| Get it off your chest, nigga, cock it and bust it
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| On sight, we rushin', AK’s from Russia
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| We the niggas you love to hate 'cause we jammin', now fuck 'em
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| Explode on them assholes, enter the danger zone
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| Where the weather’s so cold
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| I told the story, again and again
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| On how it goes down way back when
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| You see, cause told cause, now cause caught a slug
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| Then cause came back and gave it like it was
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| Now it’s some nigga dead, 187 in progress
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| Now niggas know 'round here not to start shit
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| Murder, murder, cock the burner, dump it and slide, nigga
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| That Dogg Pound Gangsta shit bump in my ride, nigga
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| Me and my brother Draws, dippin' around the 'Shaw
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| Me and my brother Hump, got the semi and pump
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| Pushin' for the frontline, hit 'em up from behind
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| Hit 'em up every time, kindly cop, on the dot
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| Swoop and Lil G Rock, let’s go get the money route
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| And see what the fuck these bitch niggas really talkin' 'bout
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| Me and my nigga Daz always out to get the cash
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| Soon as you see them niggas, you should just duck and dash
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| Before we come out with the nina, fly, buck and flash
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| Motherfuck it, Daz, hit the fire, cock, buck and blast
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| We gon' ride, we gon' smash
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| We gon' get 'em, we gon' blast
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| We gon' ride, we gon' smash
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| We gon' get 'em, we gon' blast
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| Yeah, fuck y’all niggas, we gon' ride tonight
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| We gon' catch these niggas slippin'
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| Get to dumpin', get to chippin'
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| Get to pancake and chicken flippin'
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| Making money off some bitches
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| Die or die tryin', ride tonight
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| Now, now, get with this deadly fixin'
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| Step into mama’s kitchen
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| And you want I’m fixin'? |
| Raw spittin'
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| Flow like a locomotive, don’t act like you ain’t notice
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| You tryin' to see me, you best’a readjust your focus
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| No one could be as dope as, no one but me that wrote this
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| Come on, you gotta quote it
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| My guns, I keep 'em loaded
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| Noted but bitchy, thoughts, this industry is wishy-washy
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| Been a long time but my rhymes make you forget me nada
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| Bucks 'em down with my underground tactics
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| Batten down the hatches, Cali is active
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| But still sleepin' on us like we was a cushy mattress
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| But I’m about to stick it to 'em like a bushy cactus
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| And then strike 'em like a book of matches
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| Watch my flame, you are not my name
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| When it comes to my spit game, remember I’m that dame
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| Lyrical murderer, ain’t shit changed, bang
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| We gon' ride, we gon' smash
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| We gon' get 'em, we gon' blast
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| We gon' ride, we gon' smash
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| We gon' get 'em, we gon' blast
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| Yeah, fuck y’all niggas, we gon' ride tonight
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| We gon' catch these niggas slippin'
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| Get to dumpin', get to chippin'
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| Get to pancake and chicken flippin'
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| Making money off some bitches
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| Die or die tryin', ride tonight |