| I lied when I said you wouldn’t get smoked
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| Eyes examine the barrel as I watch you choke
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| Take a deep breath, cause it’s your last, nigga
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| Got any last words? |
| (Sicx): Fuck that pig, pull the trigga!
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| And that’s a present from me
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| For helping me out the motherfucking penitentiary
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| Label me insane and the dope dealer
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| Now add this to your list: a cop killer
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| You can go on and on, fool
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| But you won’t catch the X when I’m mashin' in the old school
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| Like someone’s pedal mashed to the floor
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| And passed the hundred and flipped back to zero
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| Hit 99 and I’m Southbound
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| 30 miles out to get to Sac-Town
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| I saw a brown Monte Carlo OnStar
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| To hit the sirens, time to ditch this cop car
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| Grabbed the gauge off the dash
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| I said «Get out the shit, or I’m a blast»
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| Nigga didn’t ask no questions
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| I had a gat, so he followed my suggestions
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| Face down, on the concrete
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| All he saw was the streaks that I left in the street
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| Now all I need is a drink
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| But I don’t got no cash, so let me think
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| Will I walk in the store and steal on and shoot the clerk? |
| Fuck it, a beer run that’ll work
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| Got off the freeway, on Foreign Row
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| Food and Liquor Market, here we go
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| (Cashier): Can I see some I.D., please?
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| (X-Raided): Nah, let me get it out the car
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| (Cashier): Uh, can you leave the beer here?
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| (X-Raided): Nah, I’m outta here
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| (Sound of car driving away)
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| (X-Raided): Ha, stupid motherfucker
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| Ice Cube: Never should’ve been let out the penitentiary
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| Eazy-E: Tired of the motherfuckin' jackin'
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| (Repeats Twice)
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| Rolling down Florin with a forty in my lap
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| Gripping a nine, and I’m eager to peel a cap
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| I’m broke and saw a bitch at the bank teller
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| I need some cash, how to get her?
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| Pulled into the lot and found an unlit space
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| I can’t let the bitch see my face
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| So I crept up slow in the dark
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| I said don’t breathe, unless you wanna see my nine spark
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| Just like I thought, the bitch panicked
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| I put the gat to her head, took her cash, and let her have it
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| Watched her body drop, and then I mashed
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| Cellmate reached out his hand and said he wanted half
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| X-Raided just laughed
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| Looked at him crazy, and said you can’t have no cash |
| And then the nigga got mad
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| Whipped out the nine on his ass and went blast
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| Too much cargo in the first place
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| Nigga wasn’t doing shit, but taking up space
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| He was my celly for a year or two
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| So to kill his ass was something I’d been wanting to do
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| He wasn’t nothing but a cracker
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| Doing time in the pen with the Garden Blocc Jacker
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| The motherfucker didn’t know
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| And now he’s dead in the car, fucking with a psycho
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| My dick’s on hard from all the drama
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| So I’m headin' to the garden to fuck my baby’s mama
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| 24, the streets I know well
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| When she see me, she gone be shocked as hell
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| I knocked on the door and she answered it
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| I saw another nigga sitting on the couch and shit
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| I walked in, the nigga tried to act Loc
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| That made my day, another fool I have smoke
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| I let him have it, the nigga straight dropped
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| Then it was time for my bitch to get mobbed
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| I didn’t tripped though, I got my fucking zone
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| Fall asleep, woke up, and the bitch was gone
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| Grabbed the gauge, cause I got a weird vibe
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| Peeped out the window and the cops was outside |
| (Police): «Come out with your hands up!»
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| I said «Fuck you pig, and you can suck my left nut!»
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| Cocked the motherfucking 12-gauge
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| Jumped out the window, and went on a rampage
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| Blasting as I hid behind a car
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| Havin' visions of the mothfuckin' cell bars
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| I’d rather die than go back, so take that, bitch
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| I pulled the trigger and went out like a lunatic
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| Lots of lead from my gauge got discharged
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| They need help so Call Tha Guardz |