It starts like this
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Gats hit harder than fists
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Just cock and lick it
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The aftermath's wicked
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Brass gets evicted
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Another crew shot
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Can't put your strap back in your waist
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Cause your barrel's too hot
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You did it kid
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The more dead
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The more weight on your head
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Plus you ganked a suitcase
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Full of black tar H
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Baby boy, twenty keys
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Dead Colombian Gs
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Now you're ballin full speed
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One slip you bleed
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You had your nigga with you
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Hard rock street gorilla hitter
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He took a hot one in the shoulder
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Now he's bendin over
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Mad illegal
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Nigga flipped harder than Buggsy Segal
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He wet the room up with the rocket launchin
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Desert eagle
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Blood oozin through his black dickies
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Ya nigga say he's getting dizzy
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The car seat's fuckin getting sticky
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He leaned back, his whole chest plate's cracked
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You thought they hit him once
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He must of got double clapped
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Your niggas dyin but he ain't cryin
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Soldier no doubt
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He looked you dead in the eye
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Said "get that money" checked out
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Ballin bent him back in the black
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S T S but where he's going no stress
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Your niggas dead, but you're thinkin bout head
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Fly hoes and condos
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Once you flip the kilos
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The fact your niggas out aint shit to ya
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More profit for your greedy ass
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No one to split the grip wit ya
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[Chorus:]
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Common sense will keep you safer than vests
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Ambulance, cots, cause real niggas give head shots
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LA streets will make your guts leak
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Player no doubt
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Young killers live for drug wars and shoot outs
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You flipped your chip
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Motorola, called your hooker
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Said you had a little foul up
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Told the ho to wet some towels up
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She didn't even talk
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Clicked the phone off
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Might a new some weak niggas
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But this bitch aint soft
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Make your next call
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Straight to your chicano connect
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Said they would flip the boy for girl
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Up the weight, give you Peruvian flake
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You had to dump the body,
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Burned it beyond recognition
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Back back in commission
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Scooped your hooker, cleaned your seats off
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Squeezed off
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Two in her head
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Now the fuckin bitch is dead
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You're all alone just how you liked it
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Straight laced hustler from hell
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Street life you spiked it
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It's time to hook up with the mexicanos
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Layin in the Dooly parking lot of a McDonalds
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Hit the corner they was there
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You're prepared
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Circled the block, screwed your silencer on
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Rock the esse they had
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Kickin back to get ya
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Crept on the dropped truck
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Double crossin ducks got bucked
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Check the back of the cab
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Suckas had the fuckin math
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Ten more keys of uncut pure cash (Yes!)
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Now your weighin thirty full keys
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Of girl and the pony
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Jumped for your lack
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Hit the yack threw your head back
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The big time is what you wanted
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And now you got it
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The devil put the strap in your palm
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And you shot it
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[Chorus]
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It's going down now
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On forever
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Square life is never
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Buck wildin is your life stylin
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Mashed out
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Hit a motel room
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Crashed out
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Called up a ho to get your dick sucked though
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Bad bitch phat backs green contacts
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Real hair, kept her feet all night in the air
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Kind of square
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Said she only worked the streets a week
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Said her boyfriend kicked her out
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And she needed to eat
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She cuddled to you like a baby
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Keep the girl mabey
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The pussy was tighter than fuck drove you crazy
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She kissed you on your chest and legs
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Asked you to fuck her in the ass
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Then she started to beg
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It kind of got you open, no doubt
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When baby doll fell asleep, with your dick in her mouth
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Now you're layin there, lookin at the motel door
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Hand on your strap, some beautiful whore
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You fuckin relaxed, fell a fuckin sleep bad move
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Big game take little game, show and prove
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Baby jumped up, went for the strap
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Dumped off
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Three shots in your face
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Grabbed the sutcase
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Don't forget, grab the blow then jet
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Before that ho hit the door she sipped a glass of Moet
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Street life sabatoge
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Niggas wanna live large
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Demon ho out for cheddar
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Capped you with your own Berreta
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[Chorus]
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Common Sense
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Ice-T |