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

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

me
Niggas keep they gon' heat me up
Talkin shit like they gon' lay me down
But when I come through to see what's up
really don't want no parts of me pal
me
Niggas sayin they gon' heat me up
Talkin that shit like they gon' lay me
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 gotta
Get my Reebok deal done or I'm stayin in Air Nikes,
I handle bars, you ain't gotta a bike
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 worse than the will
F'real, nah I need a track homey
Dre we too close, ain't no turnin back
Deal with it, I'mma be here for ten
Spittin like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big
Let me paint this picture while you sit
Thinkin in the back of your mind, is the shit, yeah
I spit for niggas doin 25 on they fifth
Ready to throw a nigga off the tier
Them white boys in the Abercrombie & gear
And every nigga who helped me to get here

me
Niggas keep sayin gon' heat me up
Talkin that shit they gon' lay me down
But when I come strapped to see what's up
Niggas don't want no parts of me pal
me
Niggas keep sayin they heat me up
Talkin that 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 movin
Now three bricks, bricks, I'm drivin upstate
Five bricks, six bricks, the got cake
Not rap money, but money been wrapped since
Look at the world we in, niggas steady hate
'til the Heckler and Koch, 'em chopped up like Freddie's face
Niggas catchin feelings cause I'm about
And out of all the newcomes out, my flow the
You a close second nigga, banana to a
Put us in the same cage, and I'mma to peel him
The best of both worlds, rappin and drug
Run and tell I came to burn down the village
The honcho, starin out the third story window
Of my Beverly Hills
Two Heats, I call 'em Shaq and Alonzo
You want 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 want no parts of me pal
me
Niggas keep sayin they heat me up
Talkin that shit like they lay me down
But when I come strapped to see what's up
Niggas really don't no parts of me pal