Just get on down [8x]
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North, North, South, South, East, East, West, West [4x]
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Shit, Got a nigga gone off a fifth of Fayo and apple juice
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Throw up a deuce, Keep my hat banged to the left and ain't scared to act a fool
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So what you gone do, you betta not speak unless spoken to cause I bust that shit'it
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Dump that Philly, I could back dro wit a lac wit a yak, gettin drunk off in it
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Through the Chi like North, North, South, South
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Niggas talk shit put that work in they mouth
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In the East, East, West, West, niggas bust back put a slug in ya chest
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Cause I'm hood, hood, gutter, gutter
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Shauna got juice like a muh'fucka
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Hood of the hustlas and bloodsuckas
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Back in the bricks wit that good
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Fep, in the spot, buyin yak wit my balla camp
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All them bitches holla'n bout is (Where them fuckin dollas at)
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Yeeah, I got them hos, I got them O's, I got Air phones for those hos
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And yeeah, I got white phones, got black phones, I got crack weed in the floor
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So get on the grind, Get on some lime,Get on mine, let ya mind take course
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Got dip in the ride, Switchin the tires, Whippin the fire 85 Chevy Sport
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See if you got 16's, I will make that pliz'ay
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And I'm dressed like a dope boy, throwin up them triz'eys
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East side, whole Masterfield rainbow
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Flight soles, kinda roll where them thangs blow
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Good wood, not wastin that payroll
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Five hos trapped, boys got rapers
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My size got air nigga rep that
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We ride, rock sells and I bet that
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Car is a gutless, pistol is a must bitch
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Let a nigga know that his head I will bust quick
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Some slum niggas know what I'm talkin bout
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Lil rob fillin hos in the parkin lot
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Gimme head while I'm bustin that two track
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It was trill, hit the fence, never looked back
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Big thug, hit clubs in the fifth book
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Dollar Boy, let em know how to rip folk
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If a bitch broke, gotta let her slide, though
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2-0 represent East side ho
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Hell, I'm up in the club, 4 whippin up, just throwin up pitch forks to (what, what)
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Tupac, I'm a rider, hoppin out, Gangsta crip disciples (Yeeah!)
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Wilin on the side of the club and dressed in blood colors, waitin on a sign to (Yeeah!)
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Pull out the gats and attack on them boys that thought that
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(they thought it couldn't happen)
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They blastin and screamin, we ain't friends, ain't no need to pretend
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(Shawty!) Split the mens, for my homey that got killed last weekend
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His brains was left leakin while his body got cold
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Now it's y'all life that y'all owe
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Time to even the score, case closed
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[Chorus (2x)]
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[Scratching]
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N.S.E.W.
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Disturbing Tha Peace |