1 - [Comrades]
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This is for my thugs
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Quick to throw slugs
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Never was, push and shove
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Gang bangin' drug dealers
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Hoo-bangin' mug {niggaz}
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Penitentiary love {niggaz}
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[Mack 10]
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I was raised Q-S'ing, shootin' through your vest and
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Quick to redrum and hit water when I'm stressing
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Was set, and if I don't, they know who done it
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Cuz out of bound {niggaz}, they get killed on the 400
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Killa ki's off blood, no debatin' or contemplatin'
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I got a stock 64 that's waitin' on these Dayton's
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So trip if ya wanna, catch ya slippin', you'se a goner
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And respect the street signs next time you're bankin' corners
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[Comrades]
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Do what I say once, don't make me say it twice
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Just give me what I want and everything'll be alright
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I'm gettin' it while the gettin' is good
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And if you was in my shoes, I know that you would
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I got expensive habits, I'm buyin' bud by the pound
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Since dub S-C D, everybody wanna be down
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We hoo-bangin' on the white and the blue collars
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We rollin' Benz-o's and Lex-o's by the dollars
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Woo woo, blue flag tied on my face
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In a twin turbo Porche with a glock in my waste
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Woo woo, if it's a problem we gon' squeeze 'til empty
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We used to flip it on T, but now we flip it on ?
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Woo woo, ain't no {nigga} harder than me
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Hit the yard harder than me, got the yay harder than me
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Woo woo, thug {niggaz} rule the earth
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We on The Source in Dickies throwin' up the turf
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[Mack 10]
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I know how to do things one way, and that's illegal
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Pullin' two ? and murders out a primed gray Regal
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I was taught to get in and out, do what I do fast
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Sigh, call up that {bitch} dog, and hit rub on they ass
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Next week I'm in Vegas like Dan Tanna, and I
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Wipe my finger prints off with my bandana
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Make sure it's all clean, then fled the scene
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I keep it cold blooded, mean
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And do it all for the green
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[Comrades]
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?? system, mine's control
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Pockets on swole and I'm fresh off parole
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It ain't no limit to my mashin'
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I got weed, caviar, and money in my stash
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And laughin', blastin' wit my foot on the gas
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And movin' fast and it's all about the cash
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And havin' cheddar, with that 23rd letter
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Nobody do it better, you know better, you do better {nigga}
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Get around in the penitentiary
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Born in, drinkin' Hennessy (cousin)
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But he no kin to me (cousin)
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But he friend to me
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Down since elementary, with {niggaz} with tattoos
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Kidnapped moves and jack moves, crack rules
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In the urban area, servin' crackers with ready rock
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Bassheads plague in every spot cuz it's very hot
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In the ghetto, we're wetter, we're rockin' Karate like Mister Miaki
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Afford Gionni Versace, and wide bodies with the V's on 'em
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Chromes with G's on 'em, she's on the left cuz he's on 'em
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Some say that I'm loc'd and I'm wild
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Because I made my bread with coke and a smile
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I ain't loc'd in a while
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I'm hittin' corners in heels and caronas
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Squeezin' lime inside of Carona's with Ramona from Arizona
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And I'm smokin' on a ??, paid in the worst way
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Real {niggaz} spill a little liquor to the dirt man
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Thugz
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| Mack 10 |
