[Intro]
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C'mon, whassup nigga...
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Ride over here on the dope side...
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Clockin like a muh'fucka yaknow?
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Let loose!
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[Daz]
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Time goes by, whether ya to' off or livin fly
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Like this life that ya livin, you could see life in my eyes
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And I wonder why - when I decide the time'll find
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Turnin earth into meantime, then catch me on the grind
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What's mine, is bout mine - let it be known
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For those who won't know and don't know, if we don't tell 'em
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They ain't usin me but usually it's somethin I can sell 'em
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[Chorus]
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I'd rather lie to ya, then sell ya hope
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Ain't nothin I could tell ya so I'll sell ya dope
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I said I'd rather lie to ya, then sell ya hope
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Ain't nothin I could tell ya so I'll sell ya dope
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(Put ya flag in ya hand)
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[Daz]
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Children come into the world with no, state of mind
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Then mind state of mankind is that of earth - blind
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From the time ya born till ya gain consciousness
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ya loose it all, tryna prove it all
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Mom and pops told me, "Son it'll be days like this"
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But they never told me I could get paid like this
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High risk, where my neck on the line
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For the chips, get paid, get put in the twist, get sprayed
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She pray; what else can she do?
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Cops came to the door with four pictures of me bouncin with a .22
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I guess that's life and then ya die
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That's why we get high, cuz when ya gone bye bye.. (see ya)
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And I ain't never seen a person that died again
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And ya wonder why we finna go ride again
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That was then, and this is now, and this is how
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we execute our plans, nowadays it goes down
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Ya flip a pound, ya work a bird, ya work the curb
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They watch ya spot, they watch ya spot where ya serve that juice sweet
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Just to get niggaz off the street
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I got caught up in the mix went to the county and shit
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Back on the street tryna figure out well if they hit first
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Click your heat or take your beater or I can spit me a verse
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Whichever happen, cappin, rappin, sellin sacks and mackin
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I make it happen, nigga I make it happen
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[Chorus]
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[Daz]
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Will we quit? Nah I don't think so - no
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We're remainin gangbangin, keep sellin this dope
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We're remainin gangbangin, keep sellin this dope
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We're remainin gangbangin, keep sellin this dope
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[???]
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I got all the homies at (Eastside!)
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If you blue or red raggin (Westside!)
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Walk around witcha flag in the air (Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! ...)
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Put ya flag in ya hair
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Where all y'all homies at? (Eastside!)
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If you blue or red raggin (Westside!)
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Walk around witcha flag in ya hand (Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! ...)
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Put ya flag in the air
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[talking]
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aww yeah, recognize game..
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Dat Nigga Daz, Tray Deee, Big C-Style, Big AD
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Soopafly, thugs, money from drugs
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Felony crimes, poverty.. whassup with affirmative action?
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We the United States? Seems like the Divided States
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Liberty and Justice for all? Shit.. Liberty and Justice for y'all
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[Daz]
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It's eastside, westside gangbangin, on a daily
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Flag hangin out ya pants, nigga life on ya last chance
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One more stripe to lock it down till ya dead
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Caught a felony case, made bail and then fled
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Got caught up, a year or so later
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with some player hater nigga tryna slang and got you claimin his game
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What a shame; this game - I let it be known
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For those who don't know and won't know, if we don't tell 'em
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They ain't usin me but usually it's somethin I can sell 'em...
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[Chorus]
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[Daz]
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Will we quit? Nah I don't think so - no
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We're remainin gangbangin, keep sellin this dope
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We're remainin gangbangin, keep sellin this dope
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We're remainin gangbangin, keep sellin this dope
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[Tray Deee talking]
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Uh-huh, yea..
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That's how we do it out here on the wild wild motherfuckin west
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Ain't nuttin changed, put somethin up in niggaz chest
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Niggaz think this a joke? Ain't nuttin to know
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Just getcha motherfuckin money and keep ya heat by ya side
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Cuz this the land where them niggaz ride..
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Best ta recognize...
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I'd Rather Lie 2 Ya
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| Daz Dillinger |
