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Listen to the story as we rap to the beat
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as we educate ya 'bout life in the street
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coz gang bangin, dope slangin, (??baffle the hit)
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If you do it too long, you'll end up dead
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If you don't end up dead, you'll end up in jail
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Livin your life in a concrete hell
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Gang bang ! You're dead and lyin in the street
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Gang bang ! Fifteen years old and a cold piece o' meat
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Gang bang ! Now tell me brotha watcha gonna do
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Gang bang ! When the coroner puts the bag on you
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Ooh you're standin on the corner, selling weed
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tryin to earn money for the things you need
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You look like a waitress, who works in a bar
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but you don't wait on tables, you wait on cars
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You don't carry a tray, you carry a bag
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A car passes by, you start to blast
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A car pulls over then you make the drop
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and out jumps a badge and a narco cop
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Up against the wall, and down to jail
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You can't go home coz you can't make bail
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Your mother's at home, constantly cryin
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for fear that her baby could be dyin
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You wear red rag, blue rag, and big shoelaces
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You drink 40 ounce brew by the cases
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You dress so tacky 'til you look like a slob
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and you wonder why you can't get a job
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You wear barrets and you call yourself a man
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and you never wear the right size pants
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Your clothes are never fresh, they're always stale
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Who's your designer, the county jail ?
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You got secret words and finger signs
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twisted egos and warped minds
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Your grammar is bad and you think you're cool
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But if you listen to yourself, you sound like a fool
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[CHORUS]
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Gang Bang
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World Class Wreckin Cru |