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Posted on the block getting paid with the locs up
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everybody in the hood just as smoked up
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so I just walk with my locs on, and get my motherfucking
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set get it going on, in other words I see a fiend in the
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motherfucking park, you know im serving em in the dark
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but I dont cause I pack a fuvking dis 9, you know the
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god damn turf is all mine sometime niggaz hall in the streets
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but I dont run from the po po police
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I got fiends in the back instead of the front, Im selling
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20's and dimes and even crum and motherfuckers better low
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cause I gotta get it, I got a 9 motherfuckers so deal with it
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and get a beat from a fiend everytime I wear a bulletproof
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vest so nigga go up in it, and I dont give a fuck
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if niggaz cant stand me, Im on the turf motherfucker
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selling candy
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[Chorus]
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I got candy, crack cocaine,
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Hold them thangs in my hand cause I'm the dope dope man
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I got candy, crack cocaine,
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Hold them thangs in my hand cause I'm the dope dope man
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I see tweakers when I walk chase a nigga through the park,
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grab my fucking 9 and keep them dope fiends in line
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*Chorus til' end*
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Eyes of a Killer
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| Master P |
