*featuring Butch Cassidy, W.C.
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[WC talking]
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[Warren G]
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Take notes young locs, I advise y'all to slow down
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Glocks, K's, and eagles trying to put a murder down
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Watching fools servin' found
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Put your eyes on the prize, hitting switches
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And getting bitches with plenty riches
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And if you bang homie, do that
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But when your ass gets slapped with that 25, handle that
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And all you see is the glamor and gold
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Don't know the other side of the game is where it's scandalous and cold
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Your destiny is in your hands, you got control
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Wasting time with your life until your ass is old
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Trying to be bold, a hog and a pimp
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Eighteen years old, HIV in the limp
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[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
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Can't fuck with, what you asked for
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Sometimes you just should let go
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Get what you need and not want
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Some folks believe and some don't
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These are the ones that don't last
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Hard head makes soft ass
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But it was something that I had to have
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I just had to have
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[WC]
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Whats crackin' gangsta
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Little woe G sake with a bang loose
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Dickie sagging how should kicking it
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Bangs with me, nigga let me swang with you
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Hop in this cut dog, and split this game to ya
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I see them niggas that got ya tatted and called it paddering
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A clutch and a glock, banging on niggas at the bus stop
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Putting in work, leave you broke, cloke white shirt
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Doing dirt trying to gain strikes for the turf
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Loc, what up, shit I knew your brother
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You used to bang with him, when you was a little motherfucker
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Until they amputated both of my legs, circled the block
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Caught your brother slippin' and flippin' the lead
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Retaliation was swift, furious, just know this hood shit is serious
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For the sake of if remembers, see your 'bout your paper
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And remember, loc's success is best with revenge on these haters, nigga
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[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
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[WC]
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Murder, murder, murder
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[Warren G]
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I don't wanna die
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I'm trying to live, trying to survive
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Murder, murder, murder
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[WC]
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I don't wanna die
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I'm trying to live, trying to survive
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Niggas done got the game twisted
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Yet if these bustas pump 'em up
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And just start division, fool listen
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Life is like a grab shot
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You can either hit the jackpot
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Stack a not and get a calf shot
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[Warren G]
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Live you life homie
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Don't get pumped up to dump and get cracked
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And moms put a block on the phone
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You's a hard motherfucker, but now you all alone
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[WC]
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All alone in the streets it was on
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But hit the leather for penitentery friends gone
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Your on your own
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[Warren G]
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Until the youth, I spit to you
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They call me G dub and I spit the truth
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[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
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[WC talking to end]
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Young Locs Slow Down
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Warren G |