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Oh
My home boys might squabble but we fall down (never)


Huh
My home might squabble but we don't fall down
Ugh

My home boys might squabble but we fall down (hey)
(Westside, westside)
two of the war
Bring it, do it

[Verse 1:

Cross nigga here
Now tell me who do you fear?
Ain't a living breathing shall pump no fear here
My four flashed then I mashed his ass

F**k me bet I blast your ass
So many follow but can't me
in a maze
em
Mimicking my style trying to walk way
Impossible my dropping you
We Death Row
No need to beg ain't no mercy inside us
Feeling
The I get the more I stress
lye watching time fly, waiting for death
Dear God I been like I'm close to Jesus
Paranoid with my pistols close, trees
Keep my on my foes, those close to me
Watching catch strays, shake, choke and bleed
Me
A mercenary for the
Check my
Busting motherf**kers the thug in me
Now niggas a lotta Bad Boy shit
Then get to
Bitch made catching

X2]

Outlaw niggas are you ready to
My homeboys might squabble but we fall down
bye bye bitches
Untouchable
Niggas like hoes when we hit your town
Catching

2: Napolean]

Yeah, Napolean..
Picture me on 1-5-1
Drunk a motherf**ker
my gun
Or as high as a kite hoes for fun
But ain't me
Dog my now clear
And that ain't dog
Your heart pump
In the I *censored*
You better hide nigga *censored* is
And you know as well I do
You no killer
So that
You wouldn't if you had to
We might wobble but we don't down
We take the from Makaveli
it around
Ahhhh,
We taste the power
We started the trend
The game is
Now we coast
Put our together
Won't question we die together
Cause the hour is to come
Kadafi soldier
I you how to use your gun
it

x2]

Outlaw niggas are you ready to
My homeboys might squabble but we fall down
Screaming bye bye
Untouchable
hide like hoes when we hit your town
Catching

3]

We
M - A - D - E
N - I - G
A

And we here to
curb surfing
We the industry
You me
It's nothing to me and my king
You see
We in the big
Eat a man
If hating
We gone
the wheels fall off
Pay

Bye bye
Untouchable (ugh)
or die niggas
And we you down
all the real niggas stuck in the trap
Banging out the po po
Trying to get to mo'
Street
Young
the clock
Ain't no when it all can end
or rock
That's the
feelings
This a mans youngin'
The in business
So learn a something
Hey
Stop running mouth
You're on the of squealing
Bitch made catching

Ugh

x2]

Outlaw are you ready to clown
My homeboys might squabble but we don't down
bye bye bitches
Untouchable
hide like hoes when we hit your town
Catching

4]

Everybody's a
But put in work
of putting on the armor
Niggas put on a
These ain't helping
It making it worse
And the streets ain't got nothing for me but
I trust the church or the mobs
I can only God
And to tell you the I gotta ride
I only with the real
Cause rolling with the fake got my loved ones

x3]

Outlaw niggas are you ready to
My homeboys might squabble but we fall down
Screaming bye bye
sound
Niggas like hoes when we hit your town
Catching