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Yeah, Fort Knocks, Aftermath, to Jersey
What y'all fools about perculatin on lo-los?
Mics and six-fo's
Ha ha, no more hand claps, please
Here we go - Blaze!

To all my niggas on the porch gettin they braided
Cornrowed by a L.A.
And I can't forget, my niggas the train, Yankee fitted
Snub nose under Pelle shit
I New York, but gangbangin that's L.A. shit
And I'm proud of it, spit it through the so the crowd love it
Haters you know who you are, you can turn it down, fuck it fades*}
{*volume rises*} I can shoot a video to it and spend half the
I'm gangster, let the 40 cal in public
More hatred inside my soul than 'Pac had for Tucker
Every one of my niggas get shot, the more I suffer
Cause we inside a world where you forced to die for your colors
I it all through the Range tints
Got niggas life in the state pen
So I dread like
If I die for one of my
break up the streets of Compton
Spread my in the pavement

me
Niggas keep sayin they gon' me up
Talkin that shit like they gon' lay me
But when I come through to see what's up
Niggas really want no parts of me pal
me
Niggas keep sayin gon' heat me up
Talkin that shit like gon' lay me down
But when I come through to see what's up
Niggas really don't 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, the City of God, where niggas trained to kill
We'll chop you up a times worse than the Haitians will
F'real, nah f'real I need a track
Dre we too close, ain't no turnin homey
Deal it, I'mma be here for ten years
Spittin the ghost of Eric Wright and Big here
Let me paint this picture you sit here
Thinkin in the back of mind, this is the shit, yeah
I for niggas doin 25 on they fifth year
Ready to throw a off the fifth tier
Them white boys in the Abercrombie & Fitch
And every who ever helped me to get here

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
Niggas really don't want no of me pal
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
really don't want no parts of me pal

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

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