Heeeyyy, Uhh, Half Ounce in yo mouth
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Check it out, Half Ounce in the house
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Chrous:Bring the yellow tape nigga FOSHO,
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Playa hatas infiltrate us niggas HELL NO,
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Fools ready to die,
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Don't be afraid,
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Bring your gun and your sac cuzz we under attack,
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Verse 1:
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Takes no chances,
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End with up that least circumstances,
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Keeps a cool composure,
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One time's takin those glances,
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Who be's your enemy on the evilest team,
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Racketeerin all your C.R.E.A.M.,
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Havin your worst bad dreams,
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Pesos for all the amigos
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and the sistas,
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How ya likin us now,
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Competitas gon' bow,
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Ain't nothin' top dollar straight corner to corner,
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Keeps my hand in the pie like little Jack Horner,
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SOLDIERS on my left right ready to die,
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Infiltraters six feet keeps our head to the sky,
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Its a cold cruel world tryin to watch my back,
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Got these cold ass thugs ready to ride and jack,
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SHIIT!! For the paper,
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Street Dreams and all,
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Best be ready to hit the doo' when the one times call,
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Gots the picture its still for the money son,
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And if you're bailin' through Compton you betta bring a gun,
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Chrous: 2x
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Verse2: Boom Bam
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I deliever my blow it could be fatal,
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Get yo ass smashed like potatoes and gravy,
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Maybe with some prctice you can fade me,
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But I doubt it, Picked up the Compton time
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and read about it, How my crew makes the front page
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in a rage, In a live concert blowin blunts on stage,
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People swingin' on a chasity and got the place packed
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to the maximum capacity, People comin from far and near,
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To get a glimpse of these gang-bangers, playas and pimps, check it out,
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When we roll we rolls thick like some nappy ass hair,
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Straight chronic smoke up in the air,
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So get it straight nigga,
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Boom-Bam and Eiht nigga,(GEEYYAA),
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Peeped yo' game from the start nigga,
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We know you fake nigga,
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We gots to keep a close eye fools under our backs,
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Lock the gates sound the guns cuzz we under attack.
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Chrous:2x
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Verse3: Mc Eiht
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Betta' watch out for the murder I wrote, Black super spokes
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black stars and a black leather coat, On a mission,
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Dead presidents I gots to stackin, Enemies can't see the ya-ya
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in my jacket, Best raise up before I set it off on G.P.,
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First rule if you tryin' to bring harm to me,
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Felony case catcher to the first degree,
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Like the ginger bread man yall can't catch me,
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On the run stilla nigga held no jail cells,
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Keeps two steps ahead, No traces for feds,
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Phone taps instead, On the celluar phone,
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Dumb as fuck cuzz they don't know the number was called,
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Outta the country, D.A. on the payroll yall,
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Me and a little senortia on my side the black heater,
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Sweeter than the rest, Paid pounds at gate sippin,
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While shippin to the U.S.A.,
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Chrous:3x
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Under Attack
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MC Eiht |