Yo
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Geah
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Yo
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Half Ounce in the house, what?
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Check it out, check it out
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Don't be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit
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Only West Side allowed and we won't get hit, geah
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We got the ho's locked down
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Half Ounce in the house
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It's like this
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Mon Diggi
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Yo
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Stick 'em
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[MON-DIGGI]
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My visions outta focus cause I lit the hocus-pocus
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All I'm leavin' for you vultures is a couple of cockroaches
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Mon-Diggi split your wiggy - probably incidental
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When I rape your instrumental but we gon' keep that confidential
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I really can keep a secret but you tellin' lies
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Hesitant to represent
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You like a bitch in disguise
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Talkin' about you need a trend so you can wet the tough guyz
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And suspense is your evidence, lay it to scuff guys
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Must I - do the cappin', I would love to keep rappin'
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But I heard you always packin' and bitch-made when it come to scrappin'
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Mon-D, sinister M.C. is X-fac'in'
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Lookin' for your captain so I can smack and P.D. wack him
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My tactics are more than just bad bitches and back
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Shiiit, Jackie Chan would fuck around and get his ass blasted
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Stupid bastard - Diggi blessed the session
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Niggas in my section are lookin' for some new direction
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[EIHT]
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Don't be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit
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Only West Side allowed and we won't get hit
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We gots the ho's locked down from town to town
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And we keep on payin', don't give a fuck what you sayin'
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Don't be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit
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Only West Side allowed and we won't get hit
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We gots the ho's locked down from town to town
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And we keep on playin', so fuck what you sayin', geah
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[BOOM BAM]
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We got problems that you wouldn't believe
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The world is filled with hatred, player haters and greed (geah)
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And I can't lie - cause we all done took part in it
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And ain't no pointin' no muthafuckin' fingers of who done started it
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You gotta be down for your get down
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You gotta be ready to put your hit down
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Then ready to split your grip down (geah)
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The middle - gotta be fair
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Signs posted in the hood, all niggas beware, now check it
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(check it out)
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One Time can't maintain no order
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They the ones gettin' checked, need a restrainin' order (chin chin)
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Against niggas like me that's on the warpath
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So get your umbrellas ready because the forecast is gloomy
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My extra large T-shirt be roomy
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For the gat that I pack, new jacks that wanna do me
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L.A. is the place where punks die quick
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(Half Ounce is the click you can't fuck with)
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[EIHT]
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Don't be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit
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Only West Side allowed and we won't get hit
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We got the ho's locked down from town to town
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And we keep on playin' so fuck what you sayin'...
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Criminal minded's the kingpin, I starts my lootin'
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Killin' these bitch-ass niggas when I starts my shootin'
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Hundred miles and runnin' stops from the cops
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In the back seat hops as I starts to pop
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Givin' a fuck, got the extra clip in the under cover
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Blast with the ski mask, blame it on another
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Old dirty E from the C-P-T
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Still kill from C to shine M.C.
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Deadly catastrophe
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Competition, compete it's costly
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Killing you softly
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Holes in your body with the shotty (boom boom)
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Where's the party, it's killin' any - body (geah)
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Ho's turn silly like the ???
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Evil stunts like ??? packs my piece
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Before I escape, uh
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Eiht ain't done yet
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Kill 'em all
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And ride into the sunset
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Don't be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit
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Only West Side allowed and we won't get hit
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We got the ho's locked down from town to town
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And we keep on playin' so what you sayin'
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Don't be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit
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Only West Side allowed and we won't get hit
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We got the ho's locked down from town to town
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And we keep on playin' so fuck what you sayin'
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Geah
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Come on
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Half Ounce in the house
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Half Ounce in your mouth bitch
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Tough Guyz
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MC Eiht |