Geah
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Brrrr stick 'em hahaha stick 'em...
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Half Ounce one time stick 'em
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Geah
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You know how the fuck we do it, c'mon
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Y'all remember that old school shit, geah
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Get 'em
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C'mon
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Your block is mine bitch back up
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We run the whole fucking world chips stack up (chin chin)
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We've been
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Gettin in where we fit in since the old days
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L.T.D.'s rode bopping the O'Jays
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Gun place, crime place, one time swoop
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Strawberries in the back - at the 70's Coupe
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Giving head like a chicken plucked
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Four niggas one bitch, everybody fucking
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From selling my
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Crack on the corner, packing, bailing my straps
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Got a
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Million reasons so it be's the killin season, moves the crowd
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As the bullets hit with no names
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Connects the dots echos through the ghetto hot
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Flies like an eagle
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Becomes the strap by the motherfuckin Regal
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Tinted windows
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Tyres spin fast up out yo' set
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Next week right back to see who we can get
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You want yo' chin checked (ping)
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Fools just gimme a car
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We got yo' ass when we see you R.I.P. on the wall
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The way I'm livin don't give no hail low
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One times I stay low
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Want pay no Compton, no play no
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Hit the round when we start blastin
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Out the back door
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Before they send the ???? in (get up)
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We niggas fo' hire
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Bustin (boom)
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We bust back (boom), return the fire, get' em
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Brrrrrrr stick 'em hahaha stick'em...
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Half Ounce one time stick 'em
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Geah
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Bails around twelve o'clock
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Roam my block with the glock
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Keeps the world nicely stash
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From neighbourhood watch
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Walks the rocks
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Dope fiends makes my pay
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Late nite hype to fiends so they walk this way
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24 is the delivery
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And if you want that bomb shit come and spend with me
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Killas been with me
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Two Top Tree (geah)
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Cars deep from the streets a diploma
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Endo aroma
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In a coma trauma center, slugs hit your body
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Mentality's too sick when we leave the party
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Makes to clean ghetto way got yo' spot on quire
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Shootin a sheriff, we wired so you best not try it
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In my life time I find a fuckin need
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To be paper down red bones chronic weed
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With speed
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A nigga commits to - cluck his dope
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One Time's trying to stop the paper chase fo' sho'
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Oh no ain't no escaping of the ghetto bird
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As they fly in fast the 5-0 swerve
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Niggas need to listen: pay attention
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For the money on a mission
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Niggas fo' hire 'turn the fire, geah
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(Chorus)
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Feds gettin closer
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I'm peepin
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My girl touched me on my shoulder (wake up)
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While I'm sleeping
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They creepin
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No worry, grabs the stash and ?????
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No assistance pick up excepts the cash
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Baby keep yo' head down low
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Tear gas through the window, hits the floor
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Grabs the mask - to the face, you know the S-K clan
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You grabs to with two mill, the glock in my hand
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Tear gas make a nigga weaker
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Feds talkin much shit on the loud speaker
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To the Lexus jeep
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I heard this: she put to keep up
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Told my baby duck down cause I'm about to sweep up
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Whole lotta niggas in my damn way
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Guarantee to keep spittin
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This is payback day
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Makes my pay
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Fast getaway (geah)
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Niggas fo' hire
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Bust back we return the fire (get 'em)
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Half Ounce one time
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Stick 'em
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Eihthype one time
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Geah
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Stick 'em
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Return Fire
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| MC Eiht |
