L.A. L.A. big city of dreams
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but everything in L.A. aint always what it seems
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you might get fooled if you come from outta town
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cuz we comin from Queens and gets down
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Jose-Luis gotcha holdin guns in tons
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general, Emanual rock emerald
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government out to get me, tryin to stick me
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move quickly, yo the god study swiftly
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Indian style, knees bent, hands together
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Regulate, drama kickin like East state
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money to make, 1st of the month son chop the wait
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break the law and gotta score like before
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Armageddon, mary-tree smoke wettin
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if thats jeddy, shoppin sprees are ready
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My crew in the front got it lock
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my live niggas in the back got the gat
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so were true to this black
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4-4 like some more
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1 to the dome, lubricate your thoughts
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black mask stole the ride to avoid up north
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jeopardize my freedom, blink out when I see you
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but nine out of ten niggas wouldnt wanna be you
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rob him for his cash and spend it like
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B-diem [echo]
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Ah-yo the rap shit is ill
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kid you make mad dough but still
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hit your crew off it aint slink-real
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show some love kid aint no selfish shit here
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[Chorus: x4]
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Im in too deep, losin sleep I can't call it
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in love wit this drug shit, loyal and all for it
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whats a nigga to do? wit no cash at 22
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take it, or find the best way to make it fast
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my mans rakin cash, fuck bein lieutenant
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Im in it to win it so it might just take a minute
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to gain grams, put my game plan in action
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ways to make it happen, to days to get the jack-son
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once the weight comes, I'm outta state triple sums
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count my funds, I got guns that cripple sons
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What's the use of heat, wit no dough to flee the streets
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caught a trace of no chaser and your dead meat
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Legal aid type of rider, have you shppied in greens
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10 thou for a lawyer now who splits your cream
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Game is deeper than the sea itself
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agile moves to make fragile crews deflate under pressure
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take it to the next measure wit all pleasure
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and stack treasure....Illegal life forever
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Yeah all together, like a butter soft leather
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Been on this planet for 25 years and still strong
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the worlds rotten like the veins in my fathers arm
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I remain calm, study Isalm, read the Torah
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world goin in flames like Sodom and Gomora
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Niggas dried up
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layin in the box from the virus
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commercial thugs tried to bust gats at the livest
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its like in crime, only will shine real survivors
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yall hallf-way niggas, I'd advise you not to try this
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so brace yourself before you get yourself laced
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fuckin wit them sick Arabic scarface
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La ellah illa Allah illa Allah
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your fuckin wit the god
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Escumar Asdubar
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Official, my missle rips through your bone gristle
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why you sneak leavin niggas get locked and blow the whistle
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for the jake, my mouthpiece remains my new
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team made my bail, scooped me in the Lex-Coupe
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now I'm out back to the galaxy of Queens
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live between the crimes scenes
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servin fans like fiends....fiends....fiends....
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so it seems
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Yo, eternally
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the game reverse and burn me
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my man turn states and took the 1 to 3
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snitchin on me, how could it be we was team
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I guess it got divided by the cream
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FBI, raided my crib where I live
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snatch my wife, child welfare took my kids
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yo I can't live
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I got hit wit double life bid
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From the stress, my head throbbin like a tumor
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its 1 o'clock niggas are lock I catch shuma
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lay down my towel slide off my suede pumas
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the rumors spread around the jail like that
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been down for 6 joints holdin down this flat
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Latin Kings do they things, ice pick for gats
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tryin to lay my garbody gats all on they back
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but never that....
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yo..Q-B-C, 2-5 and Mobb Deep
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mami rest in peace
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its Allah
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one love to that nigga Marley Marl
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L.A., L.A. (Kuwait Mix Marley Marl)
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