[Ganxta Ridd]
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Okay Mang This is how it's going to go down
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Ganxta Ridd and Short Khop
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We're gonna expand
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(sniff)
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Ya know
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L.A., Chicago, Miami, New York, to the Islands
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(sniff)
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At 13 fava Game is Brutal We're gonna make moves
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[Verse Ganxta Ridd]
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I gangsta out the border
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With Short Khop strapped the 4 chicken and two coldaz
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On a run just to feed our sons and daughtaz
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The rich get rich the po' get slaughta'd
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Nobody cares it's the new world orda
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It aint fair look at all the return soldiaz
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They all fucked up in the head when they soba
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Rabblin to self thinkin the war is ova
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Lets take it back to pulp fiction so you can
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Paint a betta pikcha of this conversation
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It all started back in 89
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Chris Blackwell said come to my Island and sign
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Headed to New York for tha progress
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We said that the nigga that discovered Bob Marley
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You know no woman no cry
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But we was out there thinkin everythang gon be all right
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I'm tired but I'm not tired of livin
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Just tired of the bullshit this industry was givin
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I'm not the first to complain
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I'm just the first to say fuck yall in every which way
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I love the music guess the music didnt love me
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Oscilatin champs we been bangin since the 80's
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If I should die tell the judge just to blame me
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I stay a rida aint nobody gonna save me
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Starz peneltonz and bandanaz
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Represent the gang bangaz cuss words and bad mannaz
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I'm smashin 110 on the speed scanna
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Fuck the fedz ATF and the chicken hammaz
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[chorus]
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(tell em ganxta) HEATED
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Dippin down burgandy west galeez
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Please believe it
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When they comin to get us (bang at yo own)
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Stackin lettaz takin no feddaz
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No one can do it betta
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When they comin to get us stackin lettaz takin no
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fettaz stay (tell em ganxta)
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Heated
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Dippin down burgandy west galeez
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Please believe it
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When they comin to get us (bang at yo own)
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Stackin lettaz takin no feddaz
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No one can do it betta
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When they comin to get us stackin lettaz takin no
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fettaz stay (tell em ganxta)
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[Short Khop]
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Short Khop
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You can find him on the front line where they was at
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Yall stay away from that
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Homies still afraid of that all black raida hat
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Where the gangstaz at most of yall lay dere
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But from daycare to gray hair they say poppa stay there
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With all odds against him this that and some
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Lose some win some pop knock you miss him
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But ya niggaz just ridiculous sick as a niggaz syphilis
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And feelin like you spittin puss fuel to the tip of and you been a par
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Big homie ive been a nut run around in pony tailz
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Chest poked out pants saggin like a skinny nut
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Feelin like I'm big as fuck with the biggest nutz
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Run up on em get em up I run up on em stick em up
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And I aint even need that heated where my sleeve at
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Point where you breath at your gulls and yo teeth at
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The holes where you see at oh plz believe that
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Ganxta Ridd]
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We headed for the borda
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Khop and Gangxta on slot foe tha chicken holdaz
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The industry thought we was ova
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Premeditated rockin bc powder to Boo Yaa bouldaz
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Senorita pass by I say hola
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You know the pisa jose with the corka
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She took us to the back and I told her
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She made a move foe tha doe so we showed her
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Heated when they was comin to get me
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Cuz imma West side I know the bitch wouldn't let me
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I put it right in it when the bitch try to check me
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A str8 G rida from the gawtiest states
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They come from all around try to test the strength of the unfaded
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And a portrait of pain
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Blood its war zone and ya people is in it
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Yall betta warn home ganxta'z comin to get it you want it
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I betcha cant get it blood I still got it when I
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Still pop it in you hit it all you bad bitches
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Yall takin pictures cuz you feel me
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Nuh uh you takin pictures cuz yo feddiez wanna kill me
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[chorus x2]
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Heated
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| Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. |
