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

To all my on the porch gettin they hair braided
by a L.A. bitch
And I can't forget, my ridin the train, Yankee fitted
Snub nose under that shit
I love New York, but gangbangin that's L.A.
And I'm proud of it, spit it through the so the crowd love it
you know who you are, you can turn it down, fuck it {*volume fades*}
{*volume 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 than had for Delores Tucker
Every time one of my niggas get shot, the more I
Cause we trapped inside a world where you forced to die for colors
I it all through the Range tints
Got doin life in the state pen
So I like Jamaicans
If I die for one of my
Then break up the of Compton
Spread my blood in the

me
Niggas sayin they gon' heat me up
Talkin that shit like they gon' lay me
But when I through strapped 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 lay me down
But when I come through to see what's up
Niggas really want no parts of me pal

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

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

It go one brick, two brick, the boy weight
Now bricks, four bricks, I'm drivin upstate
bricks, six bricks, the nigga got cake
Not rap money, but money wrapped since eighty-eight
Look at the we live in, niggas steady hate
'til the Heckler and Koch, leave 'em chopped up like face
Niggas catchin feelings cause I'm about
And out of all the out, my flow the illest
You a second nigga, banana to a gorilla
Put us in the cage, and I'mma have to peel him
The best of both worlds, rappin and dealin
Run and tell I came to burn down the village
The honcho, starin out the third story window
Of my Beverly condo
Two long-ass Heats, I call 'em Shaq and
You niggas me out of L.A., geah I know

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