verse 1:
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man these wicked streets will drive a nigga insane
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the week a cock back and put a pistol to da brain
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weed alcohol nicotine and cocaine
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the plot to break us all down to eat
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you gotta cheat to break the law down
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fuck em buck em all down
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yall down we can tear this motha fucka up again
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shootin nootin snatchin people out they trucks again
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fuck em den them motha fuckas wanna lock me up again
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have me duck stretched right writin letters home from the pin
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man fuck that id rather be stuck back on my block ssellin rocks wit a glock
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runnin from da cops fuck one time
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grindin in da california sunshine
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wHAT am i do get rich bitch fuck money sometimes
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runnin numbas ride the runnas get yo bundles keep it commin when u get IT GET IT GET IT holla
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money money money
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chorus:
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Like its one time
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grindin in this california sunshine
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from la to da bay to sac town and back downthey can take a bird outa town on a greyhound
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or serve on curb in yah hood nigga stay down
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repeat 2x
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verse 2:
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BLOCK SHIT WE ROCK SHIT LIKE COCAINE
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HIT THE MEAN STREET TRIPPIN AND DIPPIN SERVIN UP WHOLE THANGS
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HOTTA THEN A MA FUCKA
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THER GOES THE RIVAL U KNOW THE CITIES TOO SMALL
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BETTER NO IM LIABLE ILL TAKE A STRAP UP IN DA MALL
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NO BULL SHIT ILLEAGLE FO CLIPS
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GOT THAT DUAL SHIT WE BE SMOKIN EM UP YOU DONT KNOW ENOUGH ITS ROUGH
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IF LIFE WAS FREE I WOULD SAY FUCK PUSSY NIGGA DONT PUSH ME
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IM AN O FACE KILLAJAY FOR HES EVEN IF ITS BLOODY I GET MORE CHEESE
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SMOKIN HELLA POUNDS OF WEED OE FUKIN UP MY GUT
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BUT IM AS DRUNK AS CAN BE
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AND EATIN RAW MEAT
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REAK WHAT U SOW
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I GOT THAT HEAT THAT'LL MAKE YAH COLD
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DIE AT 21 NIGGA
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FUCK GETTIN OLD
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MONEY TAH FOLD KILLA
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SHOW SHOOTIN LEDGE HOES
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LICK THEN SPLIT DONT TRUST NO SETUP HOES
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WHERE DEM CLOTHES
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GRINDIN IN THIS CALIFORNIA SUNSHINE
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ONE NINE KILLA FOR HIGHER FUCK MONEY SOMETIMES
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CHORUS 2X
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VERSE 3:
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I LIVE A LIFE OF A MOBSTA
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JUST TALKIN MONEY EATIN LOBSTA
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AND LIFE SWALLOWS NIGGA JUST LIKE A MONSTA
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YA BONES IS THE PROOF OF DEATH
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INVESTIGATORS LATER SAID HE DIES A SPOOKY DEATH
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YOU DONT EVEN WANNA HEAR HOW THEY SAID HE DIED
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JUST AS WELL AS CALIFORNIAS HOME FOR HOMICIDE
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WE DODGE DEATH ALL DYA TRYIN TA STAY PAID
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AND IF OUR RIVALS DONT COME THEN THE COPS DONT RAID
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SO IF A NIGGA AINT HIGH U NO WE DRUNK AS FUCK
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AND IF A NIGGA AINT RICH HES TRYIN TA TOUCH A BUCK
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CHORUS 2X
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One Time
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Brotha Lynch Hung |