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Yeah, Fort Knocks, Aftermath, Compton to
What y'all fools know about on lo-los?
and six-fo's nigga
Ha ha, no more claps, please nigga
we go - Just Blaze!

To all my niggas on the porch they hair braided
Cornrowed by a L.A.
And I can't forget, my niggas ridin the train, fitted
nose under that Pelle shit
I love New York, but gangbangin L.A. shit
And I'm proud of it, spit it through the wire so the love it
you know who you are, you can turn it down, fuck it {*volume fades*}
{*volume rises*} I can shoot a video to it and spend the budget
I'm gangster, let the 40 cal blow in
More hatred inside my soul 'Pac had for Delores Tucker
Every time one of my niggas get shot, the I suffer
Cause we trapped inside a world where you forced to die for your
I seen it all through the Range
Got niggas life in the state pen
So I dread Jamaicans
If I die for one of my
break up the streets of Compton
Spread my blood in the

me
Niggas keep sayin they gon' me up
Talkin that like they gon' lay me down
But when I through strapped to see what's up
Niggas really don't want no of me pal
me
Niggas sayin they gon' heat me up
that shit like they gon' lay me down
But when I come strapped to see what's up
really don't want no parts of me pal

Who I gotta talk to, who I write
Get my Reebok deal done or I'm in Air Nikes, aight?
I handle bars, you ain't gotta ride a
To beat Game in his skills, go some trainin wheels
Let's roll, through the City of God, niggas trained to kill
We'll chop you up a hundred times than the Haitians will
F'real, nah f'real I need a track
Dre we too close, ain't no turnin homey
Deal with it, I'mma be here for ten
Spittin like the of Eric Wright and Big here
Let me paint this picture you sit here
in the back of your mind, this is the shit, yeah
I spit for niggas 25 on they fifth year
Ready to throw a nigga off the fifth
Them white boys in the Abercrombie & gear
And every who ever helped me to get here

me
Niggas keep they gon' heat me up
Talkin shit like they gon' lay me down
But when I come strapped to see what's up
Niggas really want no parts of me pal
me
Niggas keep sayin they gon' me up
that shit like they gon' lay me down
But when I come through strapped to see up
Niggas really don't no parts of me pal

It go one brick, two brick, the boy weight
Now three bricks, four bricks, I'm upstate
Five bricks, six bricks, the nigga got
Not rap money, but money been wrapped eighty-eight
Look at the world we in, niggas steady hate
'til the Heckler and Koch, leave 'em chopped up Freddie's face
Niggas catchin feelings I'm about millions
And out of all the newcomes out, my the illest
You a close second nigga, to a gorilla
Put us in the same cage, and I'mma have to him
The best of both worlds, rappin and dealin
Run and tell Lateef I came to down the village
The head honcho, out the third story window
Of my Hills condo
Two long-ass Heats, I call 'em and Alonzo
You niggas me out of L.A., geah I know

me
Niggas keep they gon' heat me up
Talkin that shit they gon' lay me down
But when I come through strapped to see up
Niggas really don't want no of me pal
me
Niggas keep sayin they gon' me up
Talkin shit like they gon' lay me down
But when I through strapped to see what's up
Niggas don't want no parts of me pal