yeah
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this is what it sounds like
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ha ha
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shit
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listen
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(Verse 1.)
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this is what it sounds like
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you need a vest over your chest on the southside
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we can take it outside if you want
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and load the metal thangs up
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and let the mothafuckas bang like
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i hang with nothing but convicts
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we don't give a fuck, born and raised in the projects
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i'm a hothead, spittin' hotleg
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walkin' the wrong park in the dark, and get shot dead
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outside, and what you thinkin'
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anywhere outside of your hood, it's called slishing
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i ain't trippin', that's the way that it goes
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and let my foes wanna know, i packed a foe foe, like
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with hollow tips mothafucka
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and quit the trippin, empty clips mothafucka
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beg humbo, i can't trust no fake ass crip, they get hit with tha snupnose
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god knows my situation
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you runnin' outta time, and i'm runnin' out of patience
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radio stations and tv shows don't know shit about life on the streets, or when the gun goes....
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bullet holes on streetsigns
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if you're packin', squeeze yours, before i squeeze mine
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i'm 3 times the G that you'll never be
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now, here is something for your ass to remember me
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(Chorus) [2x]
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do you really know what it sounds like
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when the ghettobird's trippin', doing flyby's
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gunshots in the middle of the night
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gettin' rid of all your witnesses
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that bitch ass snitch is like
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(Verse 2.)
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you better duck, or get plucked
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ain't no warning shots, homie, out here you get touched
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roughneck, young G's and pimps, controlling the hood
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you better show respect or get....
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hot grain out tha barrel
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the name's Shadow, walk town San Diego
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we can settle this however you please
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ain't no love, i'm a thug, bringin' heat to my enemies
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i got G's that push, weigh the grapes
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it don't mather where, just name the stake
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you gotta have your papers straight
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these mothafucka's don't play, you either pay or they hit you with tha....
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that's the rule of the game, and if your playin', i'm the one to put an X on your name
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i'll never change, i was born and raised in my hood
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i'll meet ya part crazy, it ain't all good, you catch a....
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we smoke a patch of that stickie, higher then a mothafucka, all my dogs with me
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hit me on the next tale, who got beef?
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who's next to get stretched on a busy street, you mothafucka
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(Chorus) [4x]
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do you really know what it sounds like
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when the ghettobird's trippin', doing flyby's
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gunshots in the middle of the night
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gettin' rid of all your witnesses
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that bitch ass snitch is like
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Gunshots
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| Mr. Shadow |
