[EIHT]
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Geah
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Thug shit, nigga
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G's in the Y-2-K
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Hey, what can I say? (geah)
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Hoo-Bangin's official, nigga
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And right now we gon' do some of that thug shit for that ass (killa)
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Geah, that's makin' me wanna do some of that evil shit (West Side!)
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Check it out
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[EIHT]
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Feel a little gust of wind so I jet
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This real nigga dwells from Compton, no shit
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Thugs town, right now car jacks and sales
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County bus rolls through - niggas trips to jail
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What the hell won't trade it, high class can't fade it
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Out of town trips with pigeons is how we made it
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Y'all niggas hate to get a dubs and rocks
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Land of the green weed and cars that ???? hops
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Don't stop - packin' my heat and Beretta
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Guarantee my hollows goes tough through your leather
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Whenever the rhyme play or the 9 play (ping ping!)
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It's a done deal when I hit you run way
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Y'all niggas must be gay, smilin' and shakin'
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How this bitch greed shakin' up money, we keep mention
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Never fakin' the funk, punk, I pops the trunk
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4-5 hittin' yo' body, takin' a big chunk, geah
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Till I die nuthin' but makin' cheese
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Till I die tryin' to come up on ki's
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Till I die nuthin' but guns and weed
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Till I die givin' you just what you need
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[EIHT]
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Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
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Steel is my reputation, caps get peeled
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Front line nigga for dollars is my nigga
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But I'm kinda fast when they spit the 9 triggers
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Till my dying day I lay away
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Till my very last breath, nigga, I swear to make you pay
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Guilty conscience? Never me!
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Last night nigga done caught a felony
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Jealousy try to approach, wanna promote
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Then provoke through gun smoke, watch out, loc!
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Shake down cause these niggas fuckin' with yours
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Get in where you fit in even if it's a back door
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Or the window, tie up the ho', where's the scope?
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Trying to hand me you popped, you're booked, I want more
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Lock down for me on the bus downtown
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Now my - outlook is a sad-faced clown, geah
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Chorus...
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[MACK 10]
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Till I die is gon' be H double O
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B-A-N-G-I-N fo' sho'
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Niggas never thought that they would ever see me
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With my - eh - blue rag buddy from the C-P-T
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We be kickin' in do's, sweevin' 4-4's
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Shovin' 30 clips in a fully Mack 1-0's
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So as the clock tickin' - and the plot thickens
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We be juggin' up Sherman - and rockin' up chicken
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(What you need, nigga?)
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Time to elevate the game and turn it up a notch
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And bust on the muthafuckin' neighborhood watch
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My money greener than a clover - in a 4-6 Rover
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I be a millionaire thuggin until it's all over
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I take a ice cold 40 of Cristal and what they servin'
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Me and a Persian hoe in a 6-4 blowin' doja while we swervin'
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Keep that off the hood, greed and determination in my eye, nigga
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Be my piece of the pie, nigga, so I ride until I die,nigga
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Chorus...
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Till I Die
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MC Eiht |