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Oh yeah...
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You know what I'm sayin'...
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We peel mothafuckin' cops around here...
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You can't come around here talkin' that shit
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You'll get a mothafuckin' bullet in your head and wind up dead
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You know what I'm sayin', I'll send you home in a bodybag you fag
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And I'm 'a tell you somethin' right now -
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don't come to the alley with that bullshit [bullshit]
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Hey Ren, who's talkin' shit?
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Hey nigga where that shit happenin' at lo'?
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Right up my alley I see things and scenes
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But you know it ain't over 'till the black nigga sings
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And he's singin' the blues and holdin' shoes
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While he's zippin' off booth
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'Cuz every week he see a nigga's killed in the news
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In the alley all the hard hits kicking
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Don't permit the suckerz cuz they ride the mothafuckaz
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Niggaz gettin' high and high 'till they grw-p (grow-up)
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So fucked up - they start shootin' at the cops
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So ladies complain but there ain't shit they can do
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Or run dead in the house slap the bitches with a shoe
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I sell my dope and I ain't ashamed to say it
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Cuz I got Benz and mothafuckaz won't pay it
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In the alley - Bitches sell pussy real cheap
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Waitin' 'round the trick when the fucka fall asleep
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Bitches 15-16 got the claps
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And crabs in their pussy crawl around in the naps
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Sometime ho's would tore jams in the toes
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30 ass cloth, with boogers in their nose
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Roamin', Roamin' lookin' for dick to suck
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Walk around in the dayz like they don't give a fuck
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IN THE ALLEY ..
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Hey man, look at these mothafuckin' basehead bases ...
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Nigga you pop a gang of shit but ah nigga
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Where you from ?
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Right up my alley niggaz trip cars that they stole
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And niggaz outside look for wayz to get swole
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Takin' turns, zippin' on the 40 oz
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Poppin' some funky shit by the D.O.C
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I'm with my nigga little nation or my homey named snoop
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My nigga DJ train he hittin' corner in de coop
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Pullin' up I give him gat - axin' if he pullin' work
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Lookin' like a straight G - with some cockeis and a T-shirt
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We sit at the table wrappin' bones
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While the little BG'z fight with the sticks and the stones
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Tryin' to get a name for the self yo but why
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So all the little buckets gettin' the G into a driveby
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Take down some rifles 'cross-town
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They're back to the alley where they can't be found
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Police come around and try to find 'em
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But the whole fuckin' scene is standing right there behind them
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Open up fire on the pigs now they cook
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They did'nt know what hit 'em cuz the niggaz had to get 'em
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IN THE ALLEY ..
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Officers down, officers down, we need assistance in the alley ..
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You're talkin' shit but where was you nigga?
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Standin' in the alley with my nigga Juvinalle for a while
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This nigga try to rush it but the fool was livin' fall
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Tryin' to get a name pretended on the wrong wayz
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My brother cock de fuck out to his ass in the dayz
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People crowded 'round like a fly on shit
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Everybody had to stand cuz there ain't nowhere to sit
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This little punk he was new to the alley
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He grew up with some white mothafuckaz in the valley
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Now he's on his back lookin' up in all these faces
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I bet he won't open up his mouth in no more places
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And he don't know, he won't go but now he has to go
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My brother picked him up and started hittin' him some more
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Then every nigga had to get a turn
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To make sure that this mothafucka learn
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Niggaz kickin' him - hittin' him with bricks
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Check it, and my homey lit his big ball bite off his dick
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And to top it off he pulled my brother at the scene
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He emptied up his click with the whole 15
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IN THE ALLEY
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In the Alley
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