| Open up the mind of a killer
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| Niggas on the front line strong as gorillas
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| Another dead body in the mist
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| Compton tattooed on his stomach, ain’t that a bitch
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| Hub City, thugs with me buck 50
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| Reunite with G-Unit? |
| Bitch, fuck 50
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| Look, take this dick or take this hit
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| We do it big, keep our bitches on that fey-fey shit
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| So what it is, let me tell you what it ain’t
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| Niggas tryna leave the city but they can’t
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| Stuck on Central and Rosecrans
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| America meet the dope man
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| More gold than Trinidad James
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| Guns in both hands
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| Fiends smokin' rock out of Coke cans
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| Seduced by that white girl, Marilyn Monroe man
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| You see the city, right?
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| You got some weed and the molly, good
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| Now take your bitch ass to Hollywood
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| Light, camera, action, you’re gone
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| Hollywood swing, but when I catch you it’s on
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| The streets got 3 simple rules we abide by
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| Hear no evil, speak none, you through blind eyes
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| Niggas need to learn to keep they mouth shut
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| Nosey motherfuckers get their ass shot the fuck up
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| It’s money over everything, trust me
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| So I’mma let my nuts hang, and plus we’ve
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| Been known to pull them murderous stunts
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| And get away scot-free, niggas puffin' they blunts
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| And gettin' down in they movie room
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| My niggas Loonie Tunes
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| Cause when it’s fuck me, then it’s fuck you
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| I’m all day plottin' on that get-back
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| And when it’s all mapped out, you finna get that
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| I show a motherfucker where the strength at
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| I said I had an army and I meant that
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| So if Holly wanna hide in California then Holly could
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| But I’ve got killers off in Holly-hood
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| So take your bitch-ass out to Hollywood
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| Take your bitch-ass out to Hollywood |