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

To all my niggas on the gettin they hair braided
Cornrowed by a L.A.
And I can't forget, my niggas ridin the train, fitted
Snub nose that Pelle shit
I love New York, but gangbangin that's L.A.
And I'm proud of it, spit it through the wire so the love it
Haters you know who you are, you can it down, fuck it {*volume fades*}
{*volume rises*} I can shoot a to it and spend half the budget
I'm gangster, let the 40 cal blow in
More hatred inside my soul than 'Pac had for Delores
Every time one of my niggas get shot, the more I
Cause we trapped a world where you forced to die for your colors
I seen it all through the tints
Got niggas doin life in the 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 gon' heat me up
Talkin that like they gon' lay me down
But I come through strapped to see what's up
Niggas really want no parts of me pal
me
Niggas keep they gon' heat me up
Talkin that 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

Who I gotta talk to, who I gotta
Get my deal done or I'm stayin in Air Nikes, aight?
I handle bars, you ain't gotta ride a
To beat in his skills, here 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 Haitians
F'real, nah f'real I a track homey
Dre we too close, ain't no turnin homey
Deal with it, be here for ten years
like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big here
Let me this picture while you sit here
Thinkin in the back of your mind, is the shit, yeah
I for niggas doin 25 on they fifth year
Ready to throw a off the fifth tier
Them white in the Abercrombie & Fitch gear
And every nigga who ever me to get here

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

It go one brick, two brick, the boy weight
Now three bricks, four bricks, I'm drivin
Five bricks, six bricks, the nigga got
Not rap money, but money been wrapped since
Look at the we live in, niggas steady hate
the Heckler and Koch, leave 'em chopped up like Freddie's face
Niggas feelings cause I'm about millions
And out of all the newcomes out, my flow the
You a close nigga, banana to a gorilla
Put us in the same cage, and have to peel him
The best of both worlds, rappin and dealin
Run and tell I came to burn down the village
The head honcho, starin out the third window
Of my Hills condo
Two long-ass Heats, I 'em Shaq and Alonzo
You niggas want me out of L.A., I know

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