| 100 miles and runnin'
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| Always into something
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| Yelling fuck the police
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| Like I’m straight up out of Compton
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| Real niggas don’t die
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| Appetite for destruction
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| Just a nigga with an attitude
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| Always into something
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| Impala on eights, dope boys on crates
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| Swiss movement on watch, 45 on the waist
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| Got a million dollar hustle, a rich nigga face
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| White cocaine, rack it up on the plate
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| Alpina Beamer with the cavalier plates
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| My niggas dribble down in VA on the run from the DEA
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| That’s when niggas wore button ups and white ups like
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| H O V A, and everybody had Ye before 808s & Heartbreak
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| The streets was a shark tank, put money in the gold link
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| And loyalty was everything
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| Your lady held you down, with or without a wedding ring
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| Selling dope wasn’t settling
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| If you could smoke it they was selling it
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| Hard grind peddling
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| A street nigga pedigree, tryna leave a kingpin legacy
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| Pockets fat like Ledisi, thank you to the heavenly
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| Father for them dollars, I got it straighter than the letter T
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| 100 miles and runnin'
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| Always into something
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| Yelling fuck the police
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| Like I’m straight up out of Compton
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| Real niggas don’t die
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| Appetite for destruction
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| Just a nigga with an attitude
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| Always into something
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| Dope man, dope man, that’s what they yelling
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| Pockets full of stones and an automatic weapon
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| Teenage outlaws, rebels without cause
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| Lost in this jungle where everybody is flawed
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| Middle finger to the law, best friends lay in morgues
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| And they wonder why our attitude’s raw
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| A real nigga never take a fall, that’s on god
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| Or never take on the false façade
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| Before that happens niggas blocks getting taked off
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| Appetite for destruction
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| That’s how we all function, and we get it how we live
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| Even if it’s gun busting
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| Number crunching with 8 balls for fiends luncheon
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| Anything to keep from ribs touching
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| Rims bumping, I blame it on Cube
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| He says it gets funky, a subject and a predicate
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| F the police, that’s a gangster nigga’s etiquette
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| And this nine filled with cop killers that’s sitting on my hip
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| 100 miles and runnin'
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| Always into something
|
| Yelling fuck the police
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| Like I’m straight up out of Compton
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| Real niggas don’t die
|
| Appetite for destruction
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| Just a nigga with an attitude
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| Always into something |