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Let You Havit
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Yeah
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Now this is for the G's who know we needs that gangsta shit
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It's like the P-Funk we funk so its gotsta hit
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And when you fire up that hooter pass it to the young G
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The nigga Mista Quik, that's me from the C-to-the-P-to-the-T
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And when I'm givin it up for my hood you can't clown
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Cause when we lettin off you gots to duck down
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And then we're rollin back to the spot where they hang
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(Westside fo'hundred street gang) so it's a street thang
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Makin that grip and stackin the chips high
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Ballin never fallin I gots to stay fly
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Whether they smokin up them beadies or rollin the joints fat
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I gotta kick it with my niggaz cause it's like that
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And you need to know I ain't for none, because I'm dumpin
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The hollow point rounds that got everybody humpin
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But niggaz they keep on mouthin, kickin up the static
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But keep on talkin shit *machine gun* and I'ma let you havit
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Yeah yeah
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Huh, I'ma let you havit
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Yeah
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Check this
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Somebody told me that you dissed me (bitch) in your video
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But I ain't trippin cause I'm knowin you ain't nothin but a silly hoe
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And yeah I said your monkey ass name in my underground tape
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But if you peeped game you woulda heard me say
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("To the top of the tree, for C-M-W see")
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We wasn't dissin lettin you know the other side was on a mission
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Comin up with the Quik-ness, now you know who's dick this is
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Down in the throats of the Compton's Most Bitches
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So take this shit back to your set if you got one
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And I'ma be puttin the double oh bugs in my shotgun
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And if you come back fuckin around I'ma take your life
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Why would you come back to a gunfight, with a fuckin knife?
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So there it is MC Eiht, cause you're wack
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And Mista Quik can beat the niggaz down with another sack
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So keep on rollin in your Camry or your Rabbit but
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if I catch you slippin in my hood, gotta let you havit
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Ahh yeah
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Gotta let you havit
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Huh, I'ma let you havit
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Let You Havit
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DJ Quik |