[O Dawg from Menace II Society]
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"Oh nigga guess what!
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Word got back about the little marks who jacked you!
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I know where they be kickin it at
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Down with a 187?"
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[EIHT]
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Eeerrr...
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Geah
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Geah
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In the muthafuckin house, fool
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For the 9 to the fizive-O
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The Eihthype thugs in the muthafuckin house
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Geah
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And like my nigga E-40 say:
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We got a colloseum of muthafuckas in here
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Tha Eihthype thugs
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C.M.W.
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N.O.T.R.
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Lil Hawk & Bird
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Da Foe
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I'ma hit you up with the T, so better scoot
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Out the sunroof of the Coupe as I shoot
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And ain't no crack, little cluck, it's just bullets that I'm slingin
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Never-be-hangin, one-street-bangin
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We don't be playin, fools runnin at the fuckin lip
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Runnin, start runnin, you best not trip
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Fast from the hip (pop pop) explodin
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When the 9 mill starts unloadin
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You better be watchin what you sayin
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Cause niggas from 159th ain't playin
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Trey's and 4's and houses start hittin your block
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Mass hysteria, your bitch-ass gettin scarier
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Don't wanna catch the slug
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But you's a mark tryin to be a Tree Top Thug
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Can't get no respect, well punk, then try this
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Report your homies for domestic violence
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For beatin your bitch ass up and down the block
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Dash, David Gash, I'ma tap that ass
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[O Dawg from Menace II Society]
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"Now we just gon' find these little marks and smoke 'em
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Shit it ain't that hard"
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[EIHT]
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I'ma tell you 'bout the time that we first met
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The story that you told was some fake bullshit
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It was me and Chill my pal
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The scene was like the showdown at the O.K. Coral
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It was you and then about five of y'all hangin
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Standin in the center lookin like y'all was bangin
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(Ain't nuthin but marks)
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Approached me with your "P" hat
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But I was high off the blunt, so I didn't see that
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But I'm knowin I'm a nigga you love to hate
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But you grab me by my shoulder and you conversate
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I shouldn't've fell for it, I should've started slappin
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Your eyes always dotted, you best stick to rappin
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David Blake: you fake as fuck!
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I mack your ass like a muthafuckin truck
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I guess that eye was too black cause you still can't see me
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Servin me a drink in your khaki bikini
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Oh geah, just like I said before
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Ain't nuthin but the ho on my dick
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Little trick named Quik
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Geah, quick to get fucked one time
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You better be callin one-time before I pull out my nine
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And nigga, checks this
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Fill your Lexus full of holes as you slam into poles
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Niggas should've just told me that you was a mark and
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I wouldn't've hit you up with that notorious park
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(You know where we from)
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Can't fade it, better fear it
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Got one of your little B.G.'s to write your fuckin lyrics
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Playin around with the hood you get got
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Nick name should be Spot for that eye you got
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You and that fake muthafucka who wrote your rap
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My nigga Boom Bam gon' slap with the trey-five strap
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No muthafuckin truce
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Get the ass cracked over the dome with the fuckin deuce-deuce
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Don't make me have to act up
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Cause you's a frail muthafucka with no back up
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Original bangin on wax, nigga, you fake
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'member One-Time Gaffled, nationwide blue tape
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Original Compton representin to the T
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Givin out slugs to you fake wanna-be's
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Go run right through you
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And before we kill off, remember the 'niew did it to you
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Slick talkin, fast walkin
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Nigga, how'd you figure that the E wasn't gon' stand and deliver?
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You ain't worth a penny
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Never had a damn eye, dotted so many
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Times, two times, three times
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You fall to the floor, you don't want no mo'
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And if you wanna get with this you best to dash
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Geah, cause I'ma tap that ass
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West Side
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Fool, you can't fuck with the gangsta niggas
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Uh
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Ain't nuthin but the new style, you know?
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I likes that, 'the new style' for that ass
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9 to the fizive-0, fool
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You can't fuck with these killas
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So stay the fuck back
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And rounds up your little homies and shit
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Cause we comes a 159 deep nigga
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True Blue from the streets
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Wessyyyde
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Def Wish IV
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| MC Eiht |
