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Yo, when I roll you know the be out
So you cowards got no but to rat me out
I call in from the pen to try to see what that be
'cause I a fool slip and yo, his ass is out

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Hud, on the low, pop two cops
Thug, against all odds, tupac
I'm caked up, dog-tired jacob
Platinum, reach for it then up

For top dollar yo, I squeeze my
And knows, I'll lead this nigga
'cause I'm for whatever
Matter of fact, I'm down for the
Try to and get yo' ass layed down forever

Niggas to see a g come up
Young niggas run up get gun up
the real, seen the nigga pass the steel
Even and yo' ass get killed, all out

1 - this is for the
Six-fo' riders, all ones are lowriders
All smokers, olde e sippers
All dead homies, and o.g.
it up

This is for the
Six-fo' riders, all them ones are
Whether out or flamed out
on, ridin' with them big things out
Yay a

Light up the ba-ba, ask yourself, why try?
Touch the brotha that's in front of you
usa be the place that I come from
Twenty-ninth and be that place I get the guns from
Vacant lots be the route that we used to run
Thirty-second until jackie caught the dum-dum
hot now, cops now, all out gotta eat
Close food shop down, them across the street
My overheat 'cause the cause is cheap
Reminiscin' all my homies I lost on the streets
Dos bruce, lb and stevie d
Pour some out and throw it up for a g
Nrb, be the click they to be
So if come to worse, do the same for me

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Now, we drink colt '45, tote
Smoke 'til we high, loc we die
Got up in crenshaw
said, 'foo, what you in for? !'
Jail mental', wendel
Did 15, and got about 10
Oh, he was silent braille
In '83 was the with hydraulics
Caught his first bid dealin' narcotics
And had daytons and kept 'em polished
You taught me about khakis and
And if a foo' try to then you ball first, feel me?
But now I'm my grip
Back in the trick, out a day early is a slap on the wrist
But one never sleep on it
I from harlem to la fool, so speak on it

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