Verse One: {Lil' Ya}
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It's that nigga of the block call me the hood mac
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Down to make some snaps so what's the haps?
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Do I need the strap?
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Will somebody give me a extra clip?
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Cuz I'm a need it if these niggas try to trip
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They might even try some of that funny shit
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If they do, they fuckin' wig I'm a split
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I'm a get my point across cuz I'm the boss
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Walkin' with my mossed bird, double barrel sawed off pump
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With some soldiers behind me called the Black Connection
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Bet you bottom dollar we be tighter then some bird fly
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You bests to run if you gun is on safety
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Be handy with the steel if you ever try to face me
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Nigga don't you miss because if you do I'm a retaliate
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And before ya shut yo head and fuckin' face
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Don't get mad because yo tot your 'K' from the city
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Lil' Ya fa'sho just call me the Frank Nitty
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Takin' no pity leavin' yo city destroyed
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Bustin' down yo door to take your coke and all yo boy
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Then I leave the scenery my pockets full of greenery
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Blood on my back and no more bullets in my mac
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Watch yo back nigga
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Chorus: {Tec-9/Yella Boy/Lil' Ya}
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Parley is cool and ok
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But I rather chill and hussle
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I break it to them easy fit the pieces to the puzzle
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Parley is cool and ok
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But I rather chill and hussle
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Nigga we got dem flippers for that ass
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{2x}
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Verse Two: {Yella Boy}
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Like Black and Moe I got this shit sold
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Cock diesel by my side another homicide
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I'm back up on the scenery ya bitch you
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I'm from the third U. N. L. V. who the hell are you?
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Now if you think you can beat me to the draw faw?
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Try yo luck, because I'm a mover in the U-Haul
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Yo ass in trouble, when I plot and get there on the double
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Ain't nothin' shakin', when the real nigga hit the block
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Fully auto amo aimin' at you non stop
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Slickie Grease I got yo draws down
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I'm pased once, I'm comin' back around to act a clown
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No freakin' out because I'm used to this bloody streak
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Everyday and all night I keep my heat
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Don't give a fuck I play it real as it fuckin' go
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I ain't no hoe I spin the bin lettin' bullets flow
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Now can you coke with the gate like scope, nope
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I ain't no joke see I'm straight downin' folks
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I'm on the real with the bill fifty loc song
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I put my stop to all you wanna bee's instantly
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Then I vanish hangin' with the Spanish
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I'm ducked off I'll be right back at you
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I'm here to stay now bitch you like a statue
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Ya see I'm dumpin' bullets if you try to disrespect my set
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I beat I'll leave yo ass wet, because I'm in a affect
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With the mag ninety, spittin' at you and yo crew
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Comin' to down you, quickly try'na get rid of you
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I catch a drain put yo ass in pain
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Fuckin' with the Yella another unsolved slang
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I come to buck you down because I'm a fuckin' clown
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The black is in a position that it's supposed to be in
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As I spin the bin once again
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Chorus: {2x}
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Verse Three:{Tec-9}
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Niggas I got that flipper bigger den the big dipper
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We blowin' up slangin' this motherfuckin' gangsta shit
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We be rockin' up slab have the money in my hood
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Keep it good, protect the money that you make
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You bitch niggas can't fade what we put together
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No matter the weather I be ridin' around with
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That four-four in my leather
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Two extra clips to make sure yo bitch ass flips
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So catch the cut
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Nigga what's happenin' with all that gafflin'
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Get ready for strappin' because you know
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I'm bout that action daddy ok today
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I take a ride with my AK
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Somebody don ratted out my rock shop
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And told the cops my chillin' spot
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Where I hang at my Reservation
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Jeopardizin' my probation
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But I got to hussle to keep my shit tight right?
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If it means I have to walk the streets all
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Motherfuckin' night all my hommies are out
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Enjoyin' there selves (Where you at Tec-9)
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I'm slangin' rocks in the motherfuckin' Meplh
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Now let's elevate a take it to another level
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Work it off the beeper flowin' from my nigga Keith
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Use the code that I give you hit me I'm a hit you
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Now picture me ballin' the emenies around me
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Waitin' for me to go down
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Player hater's are created by the hour
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Dope deal gone sour
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Replace the yae with the flour
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| Break a quarter ke |
