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Yeah, Fort Knocks, Aftermath, Compton to
What y'all fools know about perculatin on
Mics and six-fo's
Ha ha, no more hand claps, nigga
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 niggas the train, Yankee fitted
Snub nose under Pelle shit
I New York, but gangbangin that's L.A. shit
And I'm of it, spit it through the wire so the crowd love it
Haters you know who you are, you can turn it down, it {*volume fades*}
{*volume rises*} I can a video to it and spend half the budget
I'm gangster, let the 40 cal in public
More hatred inside my soul than 'Pac had for Delores
Every time one of my get shot, the more I suffer
Cause we inside a world where you forced to die for your colors
I seen it all the Range tints
Got niggas life in the state pen
So I like Jamaicans
If I die for one of my
Then up the streets of Compton
Spread my blood in the

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

Who I gotta 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 some wheels
Let's roll, through the City of God, where niggas trained to
We'll chop you up a hundred times worse than the will
F'real, nah f'real I need a homey
Dre we too close, no turnin back homey
Deal with it, be here for ten years
Spittin like the ghost of Eric and Big here
Let me paint picture while you sit here
in the back of your mind, this is the shit, yeah
I spit for niggas doin 25 on fifth year
Ready to throw a nigga off the fifth
Them white in the Abercrombie & Fitch gear
And every who ever helped me to get here

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

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

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