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[ INTRO ]
Gyeah We're on this smooth shit Takin you back to the old school (westside) Gyeah Hoo-Bangin in the house And right about now We got the real CPT G's up in here Mc Eiht , Boom Bam , CMW representin to the fullest Hoo-Bangin to the fullest Gyeah [ VERSE 1 ] I once heard don't forget Where you came from , son And if you're bailin through Compton You better bring a gun Cops tryin to set off spots and raid niggas Just cause we some fuckin paid niggas Zags and crack that I used to sell To the swap meet to get my gear and straight bail What 'll it be to they lost my loot So 5-O wants all a blue khaki suit Shoot if ya'll come down the block, static Dash like a rabbit barely escapin the automatic Tragic is the scene that's left Bringin the pain like Meth(od Man) The yellow tape means death (boyaa) Steps the fuck off or meet your maker The Tech 9 will take ya be the back-breaker Out for cash flow the way I was part of Keep your hood tight nigga don't get caught up Yeah [ CHORUS ] My life , my life , my life With the Tech 9 , come on I said my life , my life , my life Check it out [ VERSE 2 ] I've been in the street game since '86 With Mc's on gold D'z takin gangsta flix Screamin : fuck your clitch Bitch you best not trick Hoo-Bangin these full straps came with clips 6 shots is all you get (ping , ping) You better put in work Or scurb or get covered with damn dirt My mission is the ride for the west And make cash and pick of enemies Tryin to trespass , for sho' I ain't no joke but it ain't the blunt I light it's the fuckin gun THAT smoke (boom ,boom) Provoke any nigga that try to step Fools trip Imma show 'em Who's fast from the hip Clap you Once cause G's leave no Witnesses clap twice out the door Slow with the creep while the neighbour's asleep Still music to drive-by and I'm N2 deep Come on [ CHORUS ] My life , my life , my life With the Tech 9 , come on My life , my life , my life Fuck One-Time Gyeah I said my life , my life , my life In the CPT I said my life , my life , my life Hoo-Bangin gangstas Check it out [ VERSE 3 ] In the 6-6-6 5-0 Trey or Deuce Real G's draggin it low with much juice (gyeah) Loose lips sink ships is what I was told While my bankroll fold I'm leavin your body cold Down the role-road since the B.G. The O.G.'s had me actin crazy Like fightin and blastin cause life ain't funny Young niggas strugglin best get your money Creep up in the late night Keep your grip tight lay low outta site And watch the porch light Cause I ain't got nuttin to lose And I ain't nuttin when I'm dumpin Ya'll catchin the blues I needs the money and the cola baby Don't make me react pulls out the strap And then clap Hoo-Bangin to the fullest In Compton is where we're dwellin In the WEST where we're yellin While the yea keeps sellin (westsiiide) Come on [ CHORUS ] I said my life , my life , my life With the Tech 9 And that's how we representin To the fullest With the real CPT G's To the I-N-G All the way up to South Central To all my Hoo-Bangin gangstas in the house Gyeah , that's how we're doin it To the WEST All day , we don't play Gyeah , come on I said my life , my life , my life With the Tech 9 , come on I said my life , my life , my life Fuck One-Time Gyeah |
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Murder niggas at night
Some of that real thug shit We murder niggas at night And in the morning We catch fools sleepin' before they yawnin' Murder for hire Click caps to pay bills For this young g Steps back and kill at will I ain't playing with your No game, the shit's real So I hits the blocks with yay, no fucking deal (that's right) I'm heated - and I'm greedy as fuck, I need a meal My dog told me watch out for shit and pack steel "and if you care - lil' nigga, get a vest (boom boom!) Cause niggas be hungry like you and they ready to test" You die, motherfucker, it's the same gang tale Niggas talk about who did the killing in jail We hoo-bangers, hit you block, throw it up Smash, the real regulators sowed it up Push rhymes like weight, push - real weight Get my money comin' in from state to state (chin chin) Contemplate, my niggas escape to the house Cause if I'm caught by the times, then I'm - assed out We murder niggas at night And in the morning (compton all day, nigga) We catch fools sleepin' before they yawnin' We murder niggas at night We hoo bang, bitch, so heed your fuckin warning (hoo-bang' all day nigga) We murder niggas at night And in the morning We catch fools sleepin' before they yawnin' (geah) We murder niggas at night We hoo bang, bitch, here's your fuckin warning Y'all needs to back the fuck up or your block gon' burn Me and my nigga blast with the same gat - it's my turn Money and the power, it's my time to earn You're dead on arrival, to whom it may concern Real thug from the street, yes, die for the cause Dips the blocks with the heat, right next to my balls I be the first nigga to jump on the - front line Slang quarter piece rocks and dodgin - one time Everybody hustlin' for cash and that's real Half of us niggas be looking for any bill Lock down ? ? my ass ? ? But I bails out, another head back to coke I gots to bang the hood, slang - till it drop The enemies I fear not, fuck a cop The enemies, they come close but get popped I lasted, laughed last till your heart stopped Chorus... Easily I approach The nigga who's slippin' I ain't no joke The tense situation I gotta provoke They run real fast When they see the gunsmoke (hey - boom boom!) I got - hot ones to test y'all, bless y'all West y'all - at the - funeral hall Your homies take sips as they reminisce on nuthin' I come around catchin' you slippin', doing a dumping One little, two little, three little suckers Hoo-bangin' niggas is killers, you muthafucka ? ? ? ? my homie scar when he ride So every other day when I hit your damn side Feel my fuckin' revenge As I blast through your house with your family and friends (boom boom!) Back to my block, serving 20's and 10's (what up!) In the back of the alley sippin' 40's and gins (right) On sundays, church Moms pray for my sins And ask to protect until my life ends, geah Chorus... Compton all day, nigga Hoo-bang all day, nigga You know how the fuck we represent To the fullest Thuggin' 9-9 times, nigga Eiht packs the 9, so get it straight Geah |
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| 5. |
| 4:42 |
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Gyeah
Gyeah We can take it to the streets with the crips and the bloods These real cpt g's please show no love Compton Compton In this bitch Somebody told me Mc eiht is back with that thug shit Compton Check it out [ verse 1 ] My mindstate too late it's been gone Tryina take me out of the hood you're dead wrong I hustle all day to the fuckin break of dawn Sendin niggas' bodies to hell like sadam Appetite for destruction corruption To the highest degree my gat steady dumpin Always into something you heard of me Killer for reala my nigga another tragedy Pops in the clip and slips the automatic Anybody killer I gat it stay tatted Fucks them high class I like em hoodratted When the shells slide they panic Nigga straight static Catastrophe caught in monopoly you copy Defy you mock me you're gettin sloppy I rolls through goes through such and such The angel of death meets you time to touch Mind of a lunatic quick to handle Sackin muthafuckas like I was john randall I blows out your spot like a candle I fucks you up muthafucka like I was rambo [ verse 2 ] Easy as it comes I can handle the drama I bucks givin a fuck and high off marihuana Sendin your body through some muthafuckin trauma I can dump the damn body you can scream for mama Common sense you make your ass hit the fence Run fast or catch the consequence My straight aim I got it with confidence The sticky situation I make it intense The instigator the muthafuckin regulator The quick to dump the shells in the ass of a infiltrator The violator the muthafucka with heat Let me see if you can beat it from across the street I'ma knock your damn noodles cos your talk is cheap I'm a rockabye nigga cos your ass asleep I'ma show you the way let these real g's play Stick and move with the working clock like sugar ray [ verse 3 ] Y'all know what the song and dance is get the flows up Y'all know when the fuckin cash drawer your hands goes up Close up shop nigga the hood's in town Hand over the money and don't make a sound Doomsday no parlay no politickin We packs up with extra clips and steady dippin Niggas in black coats with black nines Dig into your body and catch the flatline Your mama cry over your body at funeral time Gang related one-time reported the usual signs Hot crimes killin who dropped dimes Smokin chronic reefer listen to gang rhymes Y'all know the time it's now the pow-wow The big payback have a nigga lay down Anyway you bring it I want it Gun-totin killin muthafucka from compton's most wanted Lifestyles of the ghetto foul Music to driveby in my dash when I style 100% gangsta steady servin Me and my homie dub-c curb servin Gyeah |
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| 7. |
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(Intro)
Geah Hoo-Bangin in the house c'mon Geah Eihthype in the house c'mon Geah And I'm representin Real Compton City G's on this one My nigga [??] in the house We gon set it off like this (Verse 1) y'all niggas want to toss on me Throw sum Get ready for the hot one here it come y'all scream like bitches scheme my riches Too suspicious my Glock rocks to your jaw Nigga just too vicious land of the lost Who's the boss get tossed have you seen her My Nina, she's catchin a misdemeanor My rep gets bigger my finger on the trigger I cocks the hammer back like 'fucks you nigga!' I let loose shells fly like the [?spruise-goose?] Push weight protects mine, much juice I hoo-bangs with a gang and slangs caine Fuck what you tryin to get nigga, it's my thang! [??] cops more white and hit claims I serves everything from white to mary jane I'm hittin the one times with a fake last thing Just to keep my ass on the streets, in the game, it's automatic (Chorus) I represent the hoodrats and the B.G's The niggas on the corner whop white to make cheese If you want some then niggas bring static It's automatic (Verse 2) You need to get at me, I'm the G Locin and provokin dips blocks with cavi Search a ki' cross the street and smash out The '63 bounce back to the same route You fools best get the fuck off my cold tales Gang tales of how the fuckin dead body smells Late night horror shows in jail cells Represent where you from no one to tell Life ain't nuthin but the hood and snaps Hoodrats carry work with straps in they laps Quarter niggas with nicknames play craps Enemies tryin to cross the front line Get capped nuthin but escape, uh Second flat my gat let loose like 'Rat-a-tat-tat' The underground hero guess y'all is back My custom, my khaki suit and a blue cap, automatic (Chorus) (Verse 3) I make it difficult for a nigga to find me Crazy-ass Hoo-Bangin G's behind me You're fucked up for that last time fo' sho' Now you know, two in your door, four to the floor Any nigga want to bring it-bring I guarantee your ass will hear the glock sing Quick to hit out like [name] the street king Shells ricochet up your body, ping ping Eazy don't come to [??] pound West to the chest Is the best get-coast On the contrary I shots down your post You're gettin next to me, uh, too close Close down your whole block froze down Infiltrators end up-no sound You sorry muthafuckas here's your showdown Eiht caught a hot one now I'm county-bound, automatic (Chorus) (Outro) Geah Eihtype in the house c'mon Geah Hoo-Bang in the house c'mon y'all know how the fuck we do it y'all know how the fuck we're livin Real Compton G's I said them real Compton G's My nigga 'Fredwreck' and 'Julio G' on the beat y'all know how the fuck we do this Hoo-Bangin affiliates till we die nigga Compton till we rest You know we're the best The WEST (westside) YES! WESTSIDE! Geah |
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Geah (hey)
Hey We money makers in the house You know how we do it All I needs is my strawberriez -n- cream All I needs is my strawberriez -n- cream Gettin' paid is the american dream All I needs is my strawberriez -n- cream Geah [high t] Like the l.a. lakers We tryin' to be a money maker But that's kinda hard to do amongst a gang of salt-shakers So how can money can a nation when playa-hation do Think about it, probably of couple niggas playa hatin' you Because you got a lil' sommethin, trying to keep shit tight Not at the bar, gettin drunk, trying to pick a fight But mad niggas got it backwards like they ass was in the front Actin' like they smoke rock and now grass up in they blunt I gots no words for em, just 'fist of fury' like bruce I let loose on they ass, then hit the fence like juice And don't be a broke nigga fuckin' everybody's bitch Niggas'll get mad cause they gotta pay for this shit Just cause you got more game then a next man, don't make it bad Every real nigga got a hustle to 'em, even your dad So do what you gotta, but don't cross that line You get yours, I get mine, and everything'll be fine All I needs is my strawberriez -n- cream All I needs is my strawberriez -n- cream Gettin' paid is the american dream All I needs is my strawberriez -n- cream... [eiht] I needs money, that's why the palm itches Masterplans and schemes, so I can get riches Potent 20's to double up's and quarter pieces Fancy cars to condos with ? ? ? ? Pops out the dream (chin-chin) Cause it seems the corner just ain't workin In the cut, down the alley, see the one times lurkin' Everybody packs a sack skrill's not to large I hooks up a sweet deal with chico de barge Me's the shit, shippin, price is way to high I could take my chips by ? the product? , double up, kinda fly Cops the work but still strap cocked by the side Asked the bitch that I fuck if she was gon' take the ride Reply: cool!, what's my take on a china white sack? A thousand, bitch, to your ass, everyone that come back She say: cool baby, I'm in, try to regulate this cheese Kept a smile on my face while she dropped to her knees Picks up the phone and call chill ? ? ? ? ? But you's a fuckin' hard line they might ? ? ? ? ? All I needs is my strawberriez -n- cream All I needs is my strawberriez -n- cream Gettin' paid is the american dream All I needs is my strawberriez -n- cream... [eiht] Touch down for pounds so I can makes my loot Look for a long hair, redbone in a nike suit Don't look suspicious, leave yo' dough at home Straight out the airport, hit me on the pay phone To the ho-tel, mo-tel Whatever pleases, just get my mail You knows the business Extra care with the sacks 16 and done spent, bring 24 bag Don't let them show change on the pack Cause if they do, 187 is the fac' Did you make it, okay ? ? ? ? ? I'm on my way back with your pay Life is lookin kinda lovely to me Regulate out the state with the ghetto d My connection's tight, so don't believe the hype But y'all keep hypin, I make money off of the pipe All I needs is my strawberriez -n- cream All I needs is my strawberriez -n- cream Gettin' paid is the american dream All I needs is my strawberriez -n- cream Geah Hello Geah RegulatorsPaper chasing Real niggas standin on the ave, 24-7 Tryin' to regulate that |
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| 4:33 |
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Geah
Thug shit, check this out Compton, geah I don't think they heard me on this one I said: compton, nigga! That's how we doin it Regulating for all the gangstas West side, nigga, hoo-bangin' gangstas, you know I'm sayin' Check this out I said I dig into yo' body, you catch the flatline Comtpon, where we from, nigga? Compton, all day, nigga We gon' start it like this Check this out Way back 4-4's seven years in the pen .38 with wooden handles and a fifth with gin Let me begin, before the days of committin sins I was a lil' knucklehead getting courted in Till I die c.p.t., y'all can't budge me Kill a nigga for the neighborhood, can't judge me I'm lettin' the fire spit, y'all fools catchin' some slugs I regulate, servin' you way that straight thug You know if you're slippin' you get laid up in the mud Take over your spot, pushin' china white and bud The devious, the mind blowin', the over-throwin Christmas everyday in the hood, I keep it snowin It's hot like that where I'm from You bitches tryin to test, you meet the m-1 From sun up, nigga, to sun down I pull out, your gat go down Bitches, I run town, what up? Geah I said I dig into yo' body, you catch the flatline... Y'all start runnin' and screamin' and pushin' And yellin' and slippin' and duckin' When you see the tec-9 buckin' Stagger them motherfuckers, make em wish they hid Spittin, call me the ghetto fuckin' billy the kid You be layin on your back tryin' to catch yo' breath Life starts to flash, now you're nearing death What's left, bitch? you see the glock starts tickin' Die, as I blast one more you stop kickin' Flee the scene to my next to akin Call back to the house, so they fly in ends Just made a real close trip to the pen And in another town I start the same trend I sets up shot 'cause your ass is done Hoo-bang all day, my uzi weighs a ton Ain't no fun if you don't want none Ricochet off your shoulder blade, nigga, you're numb C'mon, geah Chorus... My mind got me caught in a twist, I can't cope I reminisce on the days in the hood slangin' dope Certain territories yo' ass couldn't float And if you caught slippin', then fool, that's all she wrote I like the life while dippin' blocks with heats I'm ready in a second to stop yo' heartbeat Fuckin' around in the hood, smokin' with hoes Violators hit the blocks, we hittin' the floors Y'all ain't caught us slippin', only wasted your ammo We dips back through, dumps with the 4-4 Hollows come out the dark chamber Express my anger, never run from danger Servin mo' yayo, dash from the ranger Die by the hand of the unknown stranger My position is stick, situation is thick I ride with real muthafuckas and hit licks The compton lunatic, way too sick Conflict you pick, hear the 9 click, c'mon Chorus... Geah Comtpon gangsters all day Hoo-bangin' affiliates You catch the flatline |
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| 4:49 |
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| 11. |
| 4:41 |
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[ intro ]
Gyeah Regulatin for the west Hoo bangin gangstas in the house Gyeah Compton All day For the thugs [ verse 1 ] I tell you it's hell up in compton, know what I mean Niggas'll keep you dumpin plottin for cream On a late night tip straight chasin your dream Just a young knucklehead tryin to run with the team Moms and pops tripped and slipped into the split Now the days got tight cause this nigga wasn't gettin shit The old fools down the block said: you're dumb If you sling that white they will come Now I know the game 50 double into the c- note The beach cruiser flipped into the el camino My hoodrat bitch done got a little class Swap meet jewelry to tight jeans with ass The .380 tucked away in a stash The old school tapes I pumps in the dash Just so I can smash Sometimes I wonder how the hood life could last [ chorus ] The hood still took me under ( somebody help me out ) That's true The hood still got me nigga Like you Gettin money on the blocks with my crew ( I don't wanna be here ) I'll be a thug nigga till my days is through Come on The hood still got me under ( somebody help me out ) That's true The hood got me nigga Like you Gettin money on the blocks with my crew ( I don't wanna be here ) I'll be a thug nigga till my days is trough [ verse 2 ] One-times is gafflin that's the story Another drive-by, another territory Seems that they got a nigga all shook up Y'all know we run the fuckin streets if we all hook up But fuck it back to the fat packs I cook up Your clientel down the block I straight took up Dead presidents I got to stack it (ching-ching) Infiltrators can't see the [ ] in my jacket Lord you gotta forgive me for bein a thug Niggas cross the frontline, catch the slug Bullet cracks the window, body hits the rug Burn rubber-sound means a nigga just dug Out the crime scene back to my section Slippin in the dark, shoulda had protection That's how it goes never take shit lightly Hoo bangin gangstas thinkin just like me [ chorus ] Check this out ( somebody help me out ) Gyeah Compton all day Come on ( somebody help me out ) Hoo bang all day nigga ( somebody help me out ) Representin for the west ( somebody help me out ) Gyeah [ chorus ] Gyeah ( somebody help me out ) Representin for all the thugs ( I don't wanna be here ) For all the thugs rest in peace The real g's Gyeah ( somebody help me out ) You know how we do it ( I don't wanna be here ) Representin for the west Hoo bangin affiliance Compton Gyeah ( somebody help me out ) ( somebody help me out ) ( somebody help me out ) ( I don't wanna be here ) ( somebody help me out ) ( I don't wanna be here ) |
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| 13. |
| 4:27 |
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[ice cube]
When I hear the words: murda murda, I concern a Slug in your burden brain Niggas heard of me From here to eternity Fuck hell cause I can feel the earth burn in me Now we can meet, we can greet, we can see, we can eat We can hold court in the street Whatcha wanna do? I just ate, it's a quarter to 8 I'm in section 8 with mc eiht and a 38 (yeah) And I'm ready to ride for this shit Muthafucka done invested his life in this shit And we ain't losin' rather take a penitentiary chance And ? ? your house like some blue and red ends Make you dance like holyfield And we'll rob you like lennox lewis And you can't do nuthin' to us (nuthin') Spent my life with the west rollies A few of 'em still gangbangin in they 40's, what Violatin parolies [ice cube, mack 10 & eiht] Ye-ye-ye-e Gangstas make the world go round And stayin' down in the y-2-k That's what they say It's hoo-bang muthafucka and we don't play Eiht, cube and mack: iii tha hood way, geah I said... [mack 10] Mack 10 is the lick, west side is the click (yeah) I can't get enough of this gangsta shit So I drag my 5-7 down the shores and the skate ? ? ? ? play some vibrate for humpin' section 8 I stay g'd up and down, it's the bumper when it's late With my hair bitch-braid sportin' murder one shades It's the heat bringer, king inglewood swinger And fuck every nigga that ain't a hoo-banger (hoo-banger!) No color lines make dimes, it's color blind And I ain't trippin' cause your rag ain't bright as mine Let's rock t-birds up, sew up the place Get on the paper chase and let us smoke our free base I'm a straight go-getter, grinded till I'm rich I stay down and dirty and screamin' fuck a bitch (fuck you bitch!) Me, eiht and don mega off the hook together It's iii tha hood way and hoo-bang forever, what Chorus... [eiht] Three niggas, three time felons with three strikes (yeah) Three times equal 9's, khakis and knives Roll on swings as I bumps the flashlight Nice off I flip to the hard, my shit's tight Small nigga in the backseat with loc's Tryin' to come up on cash cause we downer at last Gun smoke, my tramp 8's start to spittin' Put the hood I scream loud, give a fuck who I'm hittin' West side compton, hoo-bang' fo' sho' Put they work for my g's, six feet below The murda show, muthafuckas ride with me There's one life to live so I cops the key Once upon a time in the projects with heat Slangin' my shit: you don't work, you don't eat You can take this boy out tha hood But you can't take the hood out a nigga Hand stays on the trigga, geah Chorus... [cube & eiht] Iii tha hood way ye-yey (fo' sho') Iii tha hood way ye-yey (for the 9-9 fool) Iii tha hood way ye-yey (you know how tha fuck we do it) Iii tha hood way ye-yey (hoo-bangin' fo' life!) Yeah (geah) Geah The compton shit Mc eiht (tha criminal shit) For your ass Ice cube (dumpin' out the trey) Dumpin' out the rag seven Mack 10 (givin' yo' ass just what you need) That thug shit West side hoo-bangin' gangstas Compton fo' life Geah Babeeee... |
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| 4:22 |
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[Intro]
Gyeah Westside Somebody told me They want some of that thug shit up in here Westside So I'ma take ya back down memory lane And give ya some of that wicked shit And I'ma do this right here For all my cpt g's in the house Check this out [Verse 1] As my life takes a twirl I say fuck the world 'Cause sometimes it seems That it's all a bad dream Pops must have fucked with moms On the scheme But sooner or later He left our 2 man team But fuck him Times done changed I'm in the game And I bring moms pain 'Cause the game is slangin' caine Cries from my eyes as I hits the street Pounds in the chest tha heart beats As I roll with heats Pops wasn't around but for a minute or shit Until he skipped across town With another bitch to stick Stuck moms one more times Then dropped a dime And on top of that Had a son same age mine But, uhh, don't blame me 'Cause lord I try not to Have an attitude like 'fuck him until I die' But now I rebel and cause moms hell And hit the blocks 'Cause I'm into makin' illegal mail Gyeah [Chorus] If you keep your hood tight Everything's gonna be alright If you're down then you can ride with me It's thicker than water baby Me and you It's thicker than water baby So what we goin' do [Verse 2] Now I runs with a gang That hoo-bangs for fame And crosstown robberies know tha nickname Leave 'em dead in they shoes As we servin the blues G's that pack tools pay dues to rule So it's cool they dumps and we dumps back Me and my g's and the 6-4 black Layin 'em flat rata-tat-tat From the gat and shit We represent why'all hit the bricks When the pistols spit And I had a straight bitch and shit, that's cool I slang for cash while she hit the books in school I live and die for the hood, she knew the rule Love for this thug when the world would seem cruel I crips where the enemies dwell but I'm no fool Undercover drive off strapped with the tool But I slipped then packed my clip My hoodrat tripped and didn't scoop But they still didn't shoot Gyeah [Chorus: x2] [Verse 3] I made it to deuce-5 baby and that's luck In this rap shit to try to make some bucks (Ching , ching) Seems like the gang bang thang got tougher A little bit younger but then bit rougher They been tellin me To watch out for jealousy 'Cause now a friend of me was a enemy Strange the game done changed switched Ain't that a bitch With the rivals makin some change In and outta lanes in the passenger seat Me and you and our crew strapped with heat Outta town runs for funs no beef We all hit licks and blows the chronic leaf But payback's a bitch in the end you know And she sets up traps 'Cause she snatch for dough Let it go no come up your last trick 'Cause my brother's got my back When the shit gets thick Gyeah [Chorus: x2] |
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| 2:43 |
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