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it up

[huddy
Yo, I roll you know the cats be out
So you got no choice but to rat me out
I call in from the pen to try to see what be 'bout
I catch a fool slip and yo, his ass is out

[blinky
Hud, stay on the low, pop two
Thug, against all odds, like
I'm up, dog-tired from jacob
Platinum, for it then wake up

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

Niggas hate to see a g up
Young niggas run up get gun up
That's the real, the nigga pass the steel
wink and yo' ass get killed, all out

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

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

Light up the ba-ba, ask yourself, why try?
Touch the untouchable brotha that's in of you
usa be the place that I come from
Twenty-ninth and lenox be that place I get the from
Vacant be the route that we used to run from
Thirty-second precinct jackie caught the dum-dum
It's hot now, now, all out gotta eat
Close food shop down, send them the street
My force overheat 'cause the is cheap
Reminiscin' all my homies I lost on the streets
Dos bruce, lb and even d
Pour some liquor out and it up for a g
Nrb, be the they claim 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 locked up in
Somebody said, 'foo, what you in !'
Jail mental', named
Did 15, and got about 10
Oh, he was silent than
In '83 was the first hydraulics
Caught his bid dealin' with narcotics
And had daytons and always 'em polished
You taught me about khakis and
And if a foo' try to move you ball first, feel me?
But now I'm stackin' my
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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