| Where 're you from homie
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| and what do you claim
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| and don’t fuck around and call me essay n.a.
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| cause this is the northern cali pistol
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| packin' antioch plus swamp
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| that’s doom to give you a kick in the guts
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| for homeboys snoop and blackbird
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| have my click backed up forgot abou the sunday clan
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| but 50 startin packin down
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| and takin homies out the game
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| they wasn’t what they claimed to be
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| they think that they back with me
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| but now when they see me
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| they wanna hang with me
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| but when i got out back in 96' when i touched down
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| they was nowhere to be found
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| hibernating out of town
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| either that or at their baby’s mommas house
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| gettin chased
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| so if you see me, don’t break your neck
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| y’all gets no respect
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| with Blackbird on the run, and picked Snoop under the gun
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| it was just me, Lil Bird, Lil Los and my cousin
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| trying to keep the tribe alive
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| under 50's watchful eye
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| so we didn’t all survive
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| and there is one thing that i realized
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| chorus:
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| Loyalty above it all its the hardest fact
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| Just when you thought you knew was going through your homeboy’s mind |
| The funk starts jumping and he can’t handle his fears
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| Watch that homeboy that you’d die for, loyalty disappear
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| I trust my mother and my pit
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| and count my homies on left my hand
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| expect down least from others
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| so far it has been the best plan
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| no disappointments, cause stressin is pointless
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| crack the top off of an oldie after an oldie and enjoy this
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| the life that i’m living today in hopes that i’ll see tomorrow
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| looks that way that these snitches will pay for, they will never feel my sorrow
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| they deserve to die, they took all control of lives
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| starp 'em down in the shocker, flip the switch and let 'em fry
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| why oh why would I want someone to die
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| i’m just that type of guy, me bein a killa can’t deny
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| and only the lord can pass this judgement upon me
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| so lies from the government, suck a dick, like ben a tommy
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| i’m fed up with these bitches and snitches, talkin my business
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| got a hit list two pages long, i’ll be killin for christmas
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| I gotta flip for quickness and do them both, no witnesses
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| and police i know you’re listening to this, so watch this bullshit. |
| pig |
| chorus:
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| Loyalty above it all its the hardest fact
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| Just when you thought you knew was going through your homeboy’s mind
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| The funk starts jumping and he can’t handle his fears
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| Watch that homeboy that you’d die for, loyalty disappear
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| Woodie: Lil' Los break 'em off
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| Lil' Los:
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| Times are getting hectic, the po po’s interceptin
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| no homeboys unaffected, talkin to detectives
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| can’t understand it, how they picked up these habits
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| all you back stabbin faggots, makin Los the madest
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| motherfuckas in the double C county (Woodie: Antioch!)
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| gotta clip through these streets with need of clean
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| i gotta bring this thing to a closure
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| got a protest, smoke ya, like a fat sac of doja
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| but boy, but i told ya like northern exposure
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| got a high style soldier that’s liable to potch ya
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| packin heatas and hostess'
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| got me smokin my roachas
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| and the stress is so high
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| it’s turning out, it’s to toke us
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| it’s hard to focus on my life dream
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| when i got the shiesty, haters right behind me
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| i’m likely to snap, react and grab the strap
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| put on the small spot on my back |
| ain’t no tellin' where i’m at, when i’m hot to react
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| i’ll go to a place deep in the bay
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| where you can’t get away from suckaz that are two-faced
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| and it’s a damn shame, people turn their back on ya
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| poppin' like champagne
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| i’m rising bubbles and brains
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| chorus:
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| Loyalty above it all its the hardest fact (.hardest fact.)
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| Just when you thought you knew was going through your homeboy’s mind
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| (ooh. yeah. yeah.)
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| The funk starts jumping and he can’t handle his fears (.handles his fears.)
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| Watch that homeboy that you’d die for, loyalty disappear (oh. yeah. ye ah.)] |