Turn it up
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[Huddy Combs]
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Yo, when I roll you know the cats be out
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So you cowards got no choice but to rat me out
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I call in from the pen to try to see what that be 'bout
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Cuz I catch a fool slip and yo, his ass is out
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[Blinky Blink]
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Hud, stay on the low, pop two cops
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Thug, Against All Odds, like Tupac
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I'm caked up, dog-tired from Jacob
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Platinum, reach for it then wake up
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[Huddy]
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For top dollar yo, I squeeze my trigger
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And Lord knows, I'll lead this nigga
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Cuz I'm down for whatever
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Matter of fact, I'm down for the cheddar
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Try to clown and get yo' ass layed down forever
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[Blink]
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Niggas hate to see a G come up
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Young niggas that run up get gun up
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That's the real, seen the nigga pass the steel
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Even wink and yo' ass get killed, All Out
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[Meeno]
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1 - This is for the know-knotters
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Six-fo' riders, all them ones are lowriders
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All weed smokers, Olde E sippers
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All dead homies, and O.G. nigga's
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Throw it up
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This is for the know-knotters
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Six-fo' riders, all them ones are lowriders
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Whether blued out or flamed out
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Mask on, ridin' with them big things out
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Yay a yayyy
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[Meeno]
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Light up the izzy-izzy ba-ba, ask yourself, why try?
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Touch the untouchable brotha that's in front of you
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Harlem USA be the place that I come from
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Twenty-ninth and Lenox be that place I get the guns from
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Vacant lots be the route that we used to run from
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Thirty-second precinct until Jackie caught the dum-dum
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It's hot now, cops now, All Out gotta eat
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Close food shop down, send them across the street
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My force overheat cuz the cause is cheap
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Reminiscin' all my homies that I lost on the streets
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Dos Bruce, LB and even Stevie D
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Pour some liquor out and throw it up for a G
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NRB, be the click they claim to be
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So if worse come to worse, do the same for me
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Repeat 1
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[Loon]
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Now, we drink Colt '45, tote 45's
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Smoke 'til we high, loc til' we die
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Got locked up in Crenshaw
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Somebody said, 'Foo, what you in for?!'
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Jail mental', named Wendel
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Did 15, and got about 10 more
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Oh, he was silent than braille
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In '83 was the first with hydraulics
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Caught his first bid dealin' with narcotics
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And had Daytons and always kept 'em polished
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You taught me about khakis and Converse
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And if a foo' try to move then you ball first, feel me?
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But now I'm stackin' my grip
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Back in the trick, come out a day early is a slap on the wrist
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But one time never sleep on it
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I went from Harlem to LA fool, so speak on it
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Repeat 1 until fade
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Cali Chronic
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