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I used to laugh when I see dope fiends get beat
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Bleedin' all out they head in the middle of the street
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Shit ball fights would go on in the park
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It's like damn pirate nigga's come out in the dark
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Freaks sell dope for material shit
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On the side gold diggin' for some part time dick
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O.G. nigga's turn into alcoholics
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What you think about it fool "Nigga I can't call it"
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Little kids run around wit' a nose full of buggers
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Well my nigga's on the block sell that rocked up shit
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Touchin' they gat everytime a fool pass
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Quick to put slugs up in a nigga's ass
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We say fuck school, we say fuck grades
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We rather get paid and snort cocaine on the Ave.
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I see some nigga's that I used to go to school with
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They look at me like my face is full of bear shit
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They don't even say whats up to a young loc
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Just put they hands on they guns inside they coats
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But I'm thinkin' to myself I ain't fearin' ya
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I remember back when ate in the cafeteria
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Huh, but those days are rested
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I grab a dime bag of ses, get my change and keep steppin'
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To the store for some zig-zags
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Every store on my corner is owned by an Araib
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But like a bucket I say fuck it I'm drivin'
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Grab my dick, spit my shit and keep rhymin'
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Cuz some nigga's don't like me, but I don't care
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They put they plex on they chest act sick and try to fight me
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Yo, but I don't want to bruise ya
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I rather take you on tour wit' me nigga then lose ya
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Then hit back to the set, roll a seven and eleven
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Hit the dice game and then... jet
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Them police wanna find me
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Because I stand on the corner all day and smoke gunji
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And I don't care about jail hoe
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I just lift weights let my hair and my nails grow
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Beat up on the fags, I did a calendar
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Now I'm even sicker on the Ave.
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Us nigga's on the block, got on income breakin' boulders down to rocks
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But we were all born to be dead
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Why you wanna wear a vest when nigga's get shot in the head
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But a helmet won't work though
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Ya get a nine in your ass and watch your dick blow up
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Cuz real niggas just multiply
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But now days real nigga's just die
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Put a bullet in a nigga's ass laugh then jet
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Real nigga's smoke buddha hoe
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Triple cross a muthafucka then giggle at his funeral
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I snort caine with the hard heads
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Outta when I sale to make mail from the damn feds
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Now I'm about to get high
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Hit Kentucky for some chicken then the store for a St. Ide's
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Dre Dog creeps solo
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Me be wit' hella muthafuckas ah hell no
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Cuz I don't worry bout' shit
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I'm a pit and pitbulls ain't to be fucked wit'
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So I'm back on the block, snortin' caine doin' thangs
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Well them young locs just jock
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And white folks can't pass
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Give up your cash and your bags or getcha ass nabbed on the Ave
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