(Daz)
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That Nigga Daz and Dub C in this motherfucker(what's happening nigga)
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Doing what we got to do, every day all day
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And if you didn't know! Now you know!
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So get it right! Beeeoootch!!!(echoes)
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Yah
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And it goes like that
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Gangsta shit, nuttin but gangsta shit
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Gangsta shit, nuttin but gangsta shit
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WC, Daz, nigga Daz
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Gangsta shit, nuttin but gangsta shit
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(Chorus)(x2)
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Just ridin high!(Just ridin high)
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Just ridin by!(Just ridin by)
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Come on!
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Don't trip, don't trip
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(Daz)
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It's like chill, why do we have to fool and get ill
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On what we call the dollar dollar bill
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You can get killed for that paint job and wheels
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Oh my oh my I love the dollar dollar bill
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Oh juicy, be like ?vision? when he shot steel
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Put the blame up on you and be out with the loot
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Slang coke or weed, pills
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You got pinky when the cup of blood got spilled
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Shit outta luck, there ain't no refills
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I'm more deadlier then ever
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What I got'll see through your armor shield
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Show you breakdown with your bills
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Recognize the real side that'll ride and kill
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Just for sure
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(Chorus)
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(WC)
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Chronic's in the bag, rollin all day
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Blue ??????six with ?double? called ?say?
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Age sixteen, I'm tired of hearing mom's mouth
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"Motherfucker get a job or get ya punk ass out!"
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A little wild seed, influenced by the g's
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Strong bombing, pistol whipping and twisting niggas for cheese
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It's the normal method, barrel start by the jail
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Wreck a long one ????? the real stretch marks
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A juvenile packing millimeters
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And when I'm close to doing a third
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Nigga I got more stripes then a zebra
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Will I live and make it out of the ghetto
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But will I die?
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Only GOd knows nigga but for now I just know I'm just
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(Chorus)
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(Daz)
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You got the upper hand
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Take control and take command
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Get your blast over with and cut the bullshit
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I the need the chips in a hurry
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By the end of the day I'm having em' don't worry
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Sorta like a dream or a storybook
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A born crook
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Shook all the bustas that snitch
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Now I'ma black book
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It took a while
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Being so broke it's hard to smile
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Hard living, trying to be grown when I'm a child
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Overshadowed by negativity
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Running and stealing, running from security
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Something like a mystery
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Drugs,bitches to county jails, penitentiaries
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My background history
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Cause the game is so trickory
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(WC)
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Now what's the remedy
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Should we strive, the streets is killing me
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Or should we lay down in a cell shit's forgiving me
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Criminal activity
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Crack sales are killing me
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(A bunch or syllables said really fast)
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(Daz)
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Just chill
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(WC)
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I'm tired of living the life of crime
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(Daz)
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Just chill
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(WC)
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The life of the deaf, dumb, and blind
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(Daz)
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Just chill
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(WC)
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Why do we have to fool and get ill
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(Daz)
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Don't trip
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(WC)
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It's all about the dollar dollar bill
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(Chorus)
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(Daz talking)
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You motherfuckers wanted to know what the gang was all about
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And now you know, you ain't got to look no further
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WC and that nigga Daz
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Bringing it to you, hardcore, raw, smooth, gangsta shit
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Sucka!!
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98-97 99-2G
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Whoooo!!
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What, what, what hey(x3)
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Ridin' High
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Daz Dillinger |