Ahh shit!
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[Prince Ital]
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Yeh
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Everywhere I go
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Nuff gunshot are firin out the ghetto area seen?
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I haffa watch my back
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Too much crack seen?
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Watch yourself cuz nuff home-icide a gwan in de area
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[Daz Dillinger]
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I hear some niggaz clockin major on the other side of town
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Strictly slidin for a proper come up to come around
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Called up the homies from way back, who dream of gettin paid
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Then finally get paid with the amount of 80 G's
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6:30 layin in cut, prepare to get ready
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Me and Ty grew up, mashin to get our feddi
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Food stamps galore, kick in the door get on the floor
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Make sure my homies get away smooth with the dough
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A hardcore motherfucker raised up not knowin
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Now my dream is just a dream we're sellin dope and hoein
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Moms can't tell me shit, I make the rules that I live by
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In and out the house, late at night, and plus I got high
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The homies influenced me to be the G of all G's
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Perfectedly innovated to all my homies
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Pull out the Riviera, plus I kick up dust
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Pull out the brain, pull out the thang, cock back and bust
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It's just some gangsta shit, goin down on the Eastside
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Some niggaz who died and tried to whoride on mine
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Pull on the 7 Carter with the homey Flossy Floss
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He's the homey from the Beach who's known for takin off
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Pile up the bird then swerve, conversate on smoke and submerge
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Finger on the trigger, cons-templatin on a murder
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I mean, takin life for life, cause it's right
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Shit, niggaz gotta do, to earn they stripes, straight merkin
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Chorus: repeat 2X
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It's some gangsta shit, that's going down
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Homicide, straight murder/homicide
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It's some gangsta shit, here in this town
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Straight murder/[blank]
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[Daz Dillinger]
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Word on the street is that them DPG niggaz shot they homeboy
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Now the only sound in the town is gunfire
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Going down I sport the crown I give it up on motherfuckers
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when I roll through I thought you knew about them Doggs in blue
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Now forty-five, niggaz bought em by the spot
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I'm on alert I'm down to work every nigga that I shot
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Niggaz skied out quick, around the block who know we comin back
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Post up early on the attack
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Slowly but surely spot an enemy slippin out his domain
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Rode up on him and let him see the twelve gauge
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The homey Ty banged him on GP because we stuffed him then we bagged him
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cause he violated the rule of the streets
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Two redrums under my belt, it felt good bout to murder
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Haven't you ever heard of a murderer motherfucker?
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Cause I'm, a straight gangsta, doin what I feel
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Niggaz no need to tempt, for me to kill, straight blastin
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the enemy, can't see the hoes who try to get with me
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Understand where I'm comin from the D-P to the G-the-C
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The niggaz who trip, niggaz that dipped
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Niggaz that conversate with the Bloods or Crips
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It's just a West coast thang, gangsta thang
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Niggaz come around here but surely can't hang because-a
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we don't hang with no bustas and sho' nuff
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don't hang with no fags and niggaz down to blast, straight merkin
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Chorus
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Check it out
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[Kurupt the Kingpin]
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I heard niggaz kickin static makin noise
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Cold hearted wanna get it started with my boys
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Automatic toys to tangle with niggaz for profit
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Got shit on lockdown cause I lets the Glock spit
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Soon as D-A-Z hits me on my hip, talk about chips
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The game run heatin them clips, the gaze kicks
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Automatic tech nine spits, I gotta
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roll with the Pound that's the neighborhood of murder
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Am I the only motherfucker ridin?
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Am I the only rider but I found a whole pound of niggaz violent
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I got the big homey Ty money worldwide
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from Portland, Oregon L.A. to the N.Y.
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I'm bout to crash in your door, unload the double four
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Then stash it, then we blasted all we saw
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The fo'-fo', the fo' double sparkin
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the gang walkin up your hood like nuttin but trouble
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We straight gangsta shit
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[Prince Ital]
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That's right
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We dat live by de knife will die by de knife
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You betta try save your life
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On your life dere might be a oversight
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Take my ad-vice and jump inna your ride
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Don't ar-gue with de Death Row pride
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DPG gangstaz they nah make you try
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We got keep every stone you keep
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in your life, you betta don |