[Verse 1]
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To all my niggas on the porch getting their hair braided
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Corn rolled by a L.A. bitch
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And I can't forget
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My niggas riding the train Yankee fitted
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Thermals under that Pelle shit
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I love New York but gangbanging that's L.A. shit
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And I'm proud of it
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Spit it through the wire so the crowd love it
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Haters you know who you are you can turn it down fuck it
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I can shoot a video to it and spend half the budget
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I'm gangsta, let the.40 cal blow in public
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More hatred inside my soul than Pac had for Delores Tucker
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Every time one of my niggas get shot the more I suffer
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Cause we trapped inside a world where your forced to die for your colors
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I seen it all through the Range tints
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Got niggas doing life in the state pen
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So I dread like Jamaicans
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If I die for one of my statements
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Than break up the streets of Compton and spill my blood in the pavement
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[Hook]
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Believe me niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up
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Talking that shit like they goin lay me down
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And then I come through strapped to see what's up
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Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal
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Niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up
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Talking that shit like they goin lay me down
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And then I come through strapped to see what's up
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Niggas really don't know parts of me pal
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[Verse 2]
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Who I gotta talk to who I gotta write
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Get my Reebok deal done
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Or I'm stayin' in Air Nike's
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Aiight, I handle bars you ain't gotta ride a bike
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To peep game and his skill here go some training wheels
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Let's roll
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Through the city of god
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Where LA niggas train to kill
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Chop you up hundred times worse than the Haitians will
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For real naw Pharrell I need a track homie
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Dre we to close aint no turning back homie
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Deal with it I'm a be here for ten years
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Spittin like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big yeah
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Let me paint this picture
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While you sit here thinking in the back of your mind this is the shit yeah
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I spit for you niggas doing 25 on they 5th year ready to throw a nigga off the 5th tier
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Them white boys in the Abercrombie and Fitch gear
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And every nigga who ever helped me get here
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[Hook]
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Believe me niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up
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Talking that shit like they gon lay me down
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And when I come through strapped to see what's up
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Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal
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Niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up
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Talking that shit like they gon lay me down
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And when I come through strapped to see what's up
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Niggas really don't know parts of me pal
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[Verse 3]
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One brick, two brick
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The boy moving weight
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Now three bricks, four bricks
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I'm driving upstate
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Five Bricks, six bricks
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The nigga got cake
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Not rap money, but money been rap since ?8
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Look at the world we live in
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Niggas steady hate, to the heckler at Koch
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Leave him chopped up like freddy's face
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Niggas catching feelings
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Cause I'm about millions
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And outta all the newcomers out, my flow's the illest
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You a close second nigga,
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A banana to a guerilla
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Put us in the same cage and I'ma have to peel ‘em
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The best of both worlds
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Rapping and drug dealing
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Run and tell the chief I came to burn down the village
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The head honcho, staring out the third story window
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Of my Beverly Hills condo
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With two long ass heats
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I call ‘em Shaq and Alonzo
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You niggas want me outta L.A.
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Yeah I know
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[Hook]
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Believe me niggas keep sayin' they gon' heat me up
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Talking that shit like they gon' lay me down
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And when I come through strapped to see what's up
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Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal
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Niggas keep sayin' they gon' heat me up
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Talking that shit like they gon' lay me down
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And when I come through strapped to see what's up
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Niggas really don't know parts of me pal
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Church For Thugs
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The Game |