You Know that bitch baby he's talking shit about our clique but he don't Crazy
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You see the writing on my dick
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You know that trick, Tracy
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yeah, she's making me sick
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living that life
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we used to do the same shit
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shit gets drastic some kids need help some need there ass kicked
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and some would never learn to earn there own way living of their daddy had he not been rich
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they'd be broker than a joke and forced to switch
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you gotta change your tune or change your pitch
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because life ain't easy man
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life's a bitch
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shit is harder than hard about as hard can get
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keep on going were you're headed you's alive to regret it
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yes it hurts
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to face the truth and realize that the worlds got your neck in a noose if things ain't like they ought to be
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you 've got to think fast
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the aftermath
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of your actions whiplash.
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I know you all tired of these wannabe thugs claiming the real be running, grabbing the steel
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thinking they're going to peel
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my niggas cap
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roaming the streets with black hats
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chrome straps
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sipping on brew
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ready to react
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of any nigga they see that nigga could be my
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capital I.C.E.
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got a muther fucking.357 to put eleven holes in their chest
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thinking they could test
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a real riderfrom the west
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I roll flossin' me and my girlfriend nina ross and the ghettos' been good to me
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but you've got to take precautions
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Brothers get got what they least
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expect it or neglect it
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You'll never catch the dirty in the streets without protection
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Nowadays you got to pull shit
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Haters on some bullshit
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jumpin' out of cadillacs and low lows with a full clip
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If your tool spits
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Shake the spot or get your duck on
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Cause if you press your luck on
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Stupid is what you're stuck on.
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That girl shelia got a daugter
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She be clubbing every night
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Shelia had her daughter young still that just ain't right
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Plus she rides the white horse
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She used to ride my pony If I hit it now, I'd break it
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'Cause Sheila's just too bony.
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Smoking speed released the lions
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I'm not lying I'm not sober
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I'm still tryingh Hiding the truth
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With substitutes a hundred proof
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A fuck up. face it
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One of L.A.'s wasted youth
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Label me as an enemy of the lost star
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My family's not too happy with the trouble that I've caused
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See we be breaking the law
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Somking on non-menthols thinking fast so I'm ready for any all out brawls
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And ya. Brothers get your hustle on
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Ballers and get your shit tight
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House parties get shot up
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And turned up before midnight
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Drive-bys and fistfights
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Zig zag and crack pipes
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There's a fifty fifty chance
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That tonight will be your last night.
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Think Fast
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