| Playaz, playettes, macks, trues, wannabes
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| All you muthafuckaz, we gonna kick it like this
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| For the trues
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| Yeah this crew was tight, went from planning dreams
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| Now we rockin mics, gettin shit right, stayin on beat
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| And servin this heat, through yo streets, jealous hoes peep
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| But me, I dont sleep
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| So you know I catch you watchin
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| While they comin with drama, I’m blockin and steady knockin
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| The post is won out the box, it dont stop, hittin our areas and shakin up spots
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| I’m bakin blocks in four wheel motion
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| Everywhere I look I see 21 ones floatin (21st Street!)
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| Then I made a stop at the P-A-C's
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| Wassup y’all? |
| You seen Tripp L-O double C, now
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| I’m headin to the back where the homeys is posted
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| Niggas on gat in case plat wanna get roasted
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| But you know how that go, in the city of snakes, fakes, hmm and bitch brakes
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| I shakes, back to the topic called heat
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| My beat, your treat, can’t nobody fuck wit me
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| Cuz I’m known from Cali to Rome
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| We brings heat, so now its on
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| Bring heat to the table and play your cards right
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| My crew got heat we got game air tight
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| Through thick and thin, see we like kin
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| And it won’t stop no matter what happens
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| Man you not knowin, who’s tops they be blowin
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| I brings heat, independant and I will release
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| The ultraviolet, bangin beats for the pilot
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| Got the sky lit now who really wanna try it
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| Its warm when we swarm, your area gonna get torn
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| And a job that work g funk in the purest form
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| For what its worth, I’m a let you know
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| I’m hyperactive for those who react too slow, all alone
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| My fleets movin fast, hand in hand with the aftermath
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| My skills was built to last
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| Forever in a day, but some days we gotta trip
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| Throwin lics for grits, steady stackin our chips
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| The money clips dont fit, now is it the way we dip on
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| These and those, mo Gs and hoes, I assumes on a mission, (on a mission)
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| Conditions ain’t the same got the average nigga wishin, but still missin
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| The simple facts it ain’t like that
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| Turn the tables when the label dont react, its Wayniac
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| Bring heat to the table and play your cards right
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| My crew got heat we got game air tight
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| Too much clout I’m havin so niggas be grabbin at my wealth
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| At test a math, set them back on the shelf
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| They say we love your skills, I’m good for your health,
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| My lifeline droppin the dime on them like a stealth bomb
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| Will calm a nigga down with my one round
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| Suppose they act up, my back up’s involved now
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| GFCs included, my crew is undisputed
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| Heavyweight champs, known for blowin out yo amps
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| I had patience but now I’m anxious
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| Lurkin like a cat on the deal with my sack
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| I know somebody watchin the Locc
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| Can’t stop cuz it just start poppin please
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| I gots tah have it like Mickey D’s
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| Over 60 billion served rollin on the daily
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| Can’t tell me shit put it in and I won’t notice
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| Me and my niggas nothin but that top notch
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| Long Beach postin up the road blocks
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| You can’t go through, or around, you gotta turn back
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| I’m gettin turned back, ridahs and killaz that dont play that
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| Known to bring it on when it pop, missions to clock
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| Stages to rock, when I’m done lounge at the spot
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| Chorus repeats to fade |