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[Featuring Laroo Lil' Bo The Mob Figgas]
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I see so many murders in these Cali streets
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I load the strap in the battle won wit death to get beat who ever
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thinks
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of defeat?
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When in ??? ??? I keep my eyes on the prize
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Cos ain't nobody killin me I be the Big Gangsta
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>From up North no pain no gain
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Nigga fuck the fame slide the chips and serve caine
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Cos I'ma pack a pistol til' I die bitch and fuck you pigs
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that got me down on that hitlist, I know you're followin me
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You're round in my 500
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but I commence to shake you piggies while I'm gettin blunted
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My nigga 2PAC died and now you hoes is hunted
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I give a fuck, I'll buck you down and stare, whatever you're comin
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I gun em down like a chump bitch, and leave em neckless, front seat
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like a stamp, bitch, run up and load another clip
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and then I vamp, bitch, this gangbang mentality be havin me amped
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I like to smoke bomb-ator, mean and rush a hater
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Put a rush in gators, shoulda seen when I sprayed her
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Live fast, die early, no heart, no glory
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25 with a L cos the judge couldn't feel my story
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Oh no, not me, I got kids to feed
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Shoot my way out any situation til' death do me
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Part from the streets, it's mandatory, got packet ???
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And I jack it, it's major dope when I rap it
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Chorus:
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I'm all in for the paper, big bases I chases
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I keep a Glock on the side of my hip when in unfamiliar places
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I stay ready for ridahs, see I know how they think
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It ain't no killin me before I dump caps in they bod-ies
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We be the Big Gangsta, think quick, like karate
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smash all the pranksters, makin hits like a Got-ti
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Drink nuttin but the best, X-O, Hennessey
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And when I dies, an outlaw ridah is how they remember me
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I bounce into the club, drunk and seein doubles
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That's why I got twin Glocks so I can bust both of them bubbles
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You're runnin from the rumble, this sound is terrifyin
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You're hearin death callin, now you're scared to die
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Prepare for the annihi-lation of player-hation
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You're calicos is blazin, never known for grazin, I'm shot but it's
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amazin
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Butts haulin on the pavement, holy mother, place him in a casket
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Murderin all them bastards
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Loc'd on in, sex, from ??? ??? sack ??? ??? that's major
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Pain, that 50 calibre and nothin
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That's when we spark that wing that park, y'know the deal, shot stop
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Everybody drop and watch the Bourbon Bill
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You was fuckin with some true, soldiers
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So when the tides had turned, you started snitchin to them rollers
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You got fucked in a bad situation
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My thugs got the L but the po-po's didn't know the situation
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Chorus
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I'm at the peak of my age when niggas, test, hack onto bullets
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thru your vest, and if your funks real-ly, I'm about to cut you ???
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???
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Invest, this game that I be givin, I'm tryin to heal your soul
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So we can all be known for that dough in *?rotty's vault?*
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But if they wanna doublecross, we can do that too
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Take em out the trunk, fully cocked wit two Glocks
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Extendo clip, infrared light, put these vest on our chests
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Murder, death, kill em, oh yes
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Investiagtion on them Mob Figgas, no perpetration
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On the job, my niggas mob niggas, across the nation
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Pacin like a pimp, walkin witta limp cos my, calibre
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holds extended 50 round clips in a server
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Plugged off Hennessey, the doja got me in a zone
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Fo' a ho-zone, mad at niggas, whole hood sewn
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Ridin wit a Tek if you wit reals, set the clip
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With the infrared beam on your bishop, A-P mean on ya
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All soldiers from my first generation just in case
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All the damage left survivors, we official struggle strivers
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Can no pressure make me crack? Sit the fuck back
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Traumatise your whole click, enter this, enchant tricks
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Got they gillholes workin, lacin em wit two textures
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That top-of-the-line impact, regulate on my track
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Smash down on your shit, clown when the truck dip
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Like boo young buckshots be shredded, servin *?clocks-er?*
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Still acts suspicious when it's time for 2-11's, got my pocket-size
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pistols
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Breakin em my 7
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if the shit ain't skanless, you'll never read my Mafia mind
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Soldiers killin anybody tryin to pull his behind
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Gotta do em bad, I'm tryin to make a million like my b |