[Kurupt]
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Yeah, nigga, nigga
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No disrespect to you East coast
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The West coast we got heat too
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We gon' keep it real G'd up
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(Y.A., Tri, Lil' Kurupt)
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[Verse One]
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Okay, if I don't make it rappin it's back to jackin
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Back to the click-clackin and the khaki jackets
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I'm a rider, dat's why I got that tat
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And a provider, jazz got a lot I ain't had
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I'm a survivor, screwdriver, cracked steering column
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Every event, book bag, gat at the bottom
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I'm convinced, that my common sense intensify
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Now I'm convinced it's, hoppin over fences
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[Chorus: patois speaker - best guess]
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Six in de mornin you know they kyan't find no mo-ney, mo-ney
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[?] get money haffi feed my whole fami-ly, fami-ly
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It was because I load 'n buck gyal you know she a scared for me, for me
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Because the tussle an' the hustle an' it rough and [?] to be me, be me
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[Kurupt]
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Pistol's my specialty, and uh
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I'm a gangster, my specialy, and uh
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Fire I let it fly and toss, and uh
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I'm a boss molotovs get tossed, and uh
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Hey girl, what the fuck's the deal? And uh
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You want the fake girl, or you want the real? And uh
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Sixty-four Chevy's all on D's, and uh
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Overdosin to West coast MC's, and uh
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And you be thinkin you got me but you ain't got a thang
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Niggaz claimin they bangin but they don't really bang
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Since I [?] opposition position switch the game
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Pistols whistle while missiles'll chip a niggaz frame
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Three]
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I'm a pistol popper, 88 candy-painted Cadillac dropper
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Tanqueray and vodka
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One-nine or thirty-eight, tec and a chopper
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Infrared hollow pointed tucked in my boxers
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I'ma keep it gangster y'all, fuck what the rest say
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Keep a lot of dope and coke, like an ese
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So please pay attention, this street shit is serious
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My niggaz leave you bleedin like bitches on they periods
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Contact your label, bring your best artists-es
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Nigga we started this, verbally retarded shit
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Entourage rider, we eatin Budweiser
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Throw away thirty-eight, brand new fo'-fiver
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[Chorus]
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[Kurupt]
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(The hustlin is hard) Break 'em down nigga
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(It get rougher in my yard) Gotti, nigga what
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(We say the hustlin is hard) Please let's roll these suckers
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(It get rough and get it tough in my yard)
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[patois speaker ad lib to end]
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Hustlin'
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Kurupt |