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Turn it up
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[Huddy Combs]
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Yo when I roll you know the cats be out
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So you cowards got no choice but to rat me out
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I call in from the pen to try to see what that be 'bout
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Cuz I catch a fool slip and yo his ass is out
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[Blinky Blink]
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Hud stay on the low pop two cops
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Thug Against All Odds like Tupac
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I'm caked up dog tired from Jacob
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Platinum reach for it then wake up
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[Huddy]
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For top dollar yo I squeeze my trigger
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And Lord knows, I'll lead this nigga
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Cuz I'm down for whatever
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Matter of fact, I'm down for the cheddar
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Try to clown and get your ass layed down forever
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[Blink]
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Niggas hate to see a G come up (yeah)
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Young niggas that run up get gun up
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That's for real, seen the nigga pass the still
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Even wink, your ass get killed, All Out
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[Meeno]
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1 - This is for the no-nada's
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6'4" rida's, all them ones are lowriders
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All weed smokers, whole weed sippa's
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All dead homies, and O.G. nigga's
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Throw it up
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This is for the no-nada's
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6'4" rida's, all them ones are lowriders
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Whether blewed out or flamed out
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Mask on, ridin' with them big things out
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Yay a yayyy
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[Meeno]
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Light up the izzy-izzy ba-ba, ask yourself, why try?
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Touch the untouchable brotha that's in front of you
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Harlem USA be the place that I come from
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Twenty-ninth and Lenox be that place I get the guns from
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Vacant lots be the route that we used to run from
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Thirty-second precinct until Jackie caught the dum dum
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It's hot now, cops now, all I've gotta eat
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Close food shop down, send them across the street
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My force overheat cuz this cost is cheap
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Reminiscin' all my homies that I lost on the streets
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Dos Bruce, LB and even Stevie D
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Pull some nigga out and throw it up for a G
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NBR, be the click that claim to be
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So if worse come to worse, do the same for me
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Repeat 1
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[Loon]
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Now, we drink Colt '45, toke 45's
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Smoke 'til we high, loc til' we die
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Got locked up in Crenshaw
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Somebody said, 'Foo, what you in for?!'
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Gentleman's hoe, bang window
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Did 15, and got about 10 more
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Oh, he was solid than Dembrahlie
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And Eddie 3 was the first with I hydraulics
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Bought his first big dinner with narcotics
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And had a day, engine noise kept unpolished
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You taught me about khakis and Converse
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And if a foo' try to move then you ball first, feel me?
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But now I'm stackin' my grip
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Back in the trick, come out a day early is a slap on the wrist
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But one time never sleep on it
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I went from Harlem to LA fool, so speak on it
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Repeat 1 until fade
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Cali Chronic
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