[airline attendant]
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This is the final boarding call for flight 1259
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departing from Los Angeles, final destination to St. Louis
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Thank you
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[Ice Cube]
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Damn G, the spot's gettin hot
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So how the fuck am I supposed to make a knot?
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Police looking at niggaz through a microscope
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In L.A. everybody and they momma sell dope
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They trying to stop it
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So what the fuck can I do to make a profit?
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Catch a flight to St. Louis
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That's cool, cause nobody knew us
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We stepped off the plane
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Four gang bangers, professional crack slangers
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Rented a car at wholesale
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Drove to the ghetto, and checked in a motel
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Unpacked and I grab the three-eighty
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Cause where we stayin, niggaz look shady
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But they can't fade South Central
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Cause bustin a cap is fundamental
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Checkin out every block close
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Seein which one will clock the most
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Yeah this is the one no doubt
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Bust a U Bone, and let's clear these niggaz out
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Ay ay man, whassup nigga?
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Yo, well this Lench Mob nigga!
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[gun shots]
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Now clearin em out meant casualties
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Still had the L.A. mentality
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Bust a cap, and out of there in a hurry
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Wouldn't you know, a driveby in Missouri
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Them fools got popped
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Took their corner next day, set up shop
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And it's better than slangin in the Valley
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Triple the profit makin more than I did in Cali
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Breakin off rocks like Barney Rubble
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Cause them mark-ass niggaz don't want trouble
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And we ain't on edge when we do work
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Police don't recognize the khakis and the sweatshirts
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Getting bitches and they can't stand a
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Nineteen-ninety-one Tony Montana
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Now the shit's like a war
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of gang violence, where it was never seen before
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Punks whirl when the gat bust
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Four jheri curl niggaz kickin up dust
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And some of them are even lookin up to us
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Wearing our colors and talkin that gang fuss
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Giving up much love
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Dyin for a street, that they ain't even heard of
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But other motherfuckers want to stand strong
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So you know the phrase, once again it's on
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[TV announcer]
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Top of the news tonight, gangs from South Central
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Los Angeles which are known for their driveby shootings
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have migrated into East St. Louis
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leaving three dead and two others injured
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No arrests have been made
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Police say this is a nationwide trend
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with similar incidents occuring in Texas, Michigan, and Oklahoma
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(female voice repeating in background:
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"If it can happen here, it can happen anywhere")
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[Ice Cube]
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BOOM, my homie got shot he's a goner black
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St. Louis niggaz want they corner back
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Shooting in snowy weather
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It's illegal business, niggaz still can't stick together
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Fuckin police got the four-one-one
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that L.A. ain't all, surf and sun
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But we ain't thinkin, bout the boys
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Feudin, like the Hatfields and McCoys
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Now the shit's gettin tricky
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Cause now they lookin for the colors and the khakis
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Damn, the spot's gettin hot from the battle
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About to pack up and start slangin in Seattle
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But the NARCs, raid about six in the morning
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Try to catch a nigga while he's yawnin
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Put his glock to my chest as I paused
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Went to jail in my motherfuckin drawers
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Tryin to give me, fifty-seven years
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Face'll be full of those tattooed tears
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It's the same old story and the same old nigga stuck
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And the public defender ain't givin a fuck
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The fool must be sparkin
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Talkin about a double life plea bargain
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You got to deal with the Crips and Bloods by hand G
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Plus the Black Guerilla family
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And the white pride don't like Northside
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And it's a riot if any more niggaz die
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No parole or probation
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Now this is a young man's summer vacation
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No chance for rehabilitation
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Cause look at the motherfuckin years that I'm facin
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I'ma end it like this cause you know what's up
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My life is fucked
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My Summer Vacation
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| Ice Cube |
