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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
we go - Just Blaze!

To all my niggas on the gettin they hair braided
by a L.A. bitch
And I can't forget, my niggas the train, Yankee fitted
Snub under that Pelle shit
I love New York, but that's L.A. shit
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*}
{*volume I can shoot a video to it and spend half the budget
I'm gangster, let the 40 cal in public
More hatred my soul than 'Pac had for Delores Tucker
Every time one of my niggas get shot, the I suffer
we trapped inside a world where you forced to die for your colors
I seen it all the Range tints
Got niggas doin in the state pen
So I dread Jamaicans
If I die for one of my
Then break up the streets of
Spread my in the pavement

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

me
Niggas keep sayin they gon' me up
Talkin that shit like they lay me down
But when I come through to see what's up
really 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 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 movin
Now bricks, four bricks, I'm drivin upstate
bricks, six bricks, the nigga got cake
Not rap money, but money been since eighty-eight
Look at the world we live in, niggas steady
'til the Heckler and Koch, leave 'em chopped up like Freddie's
Niggas feelings cause I'm about millions
And out of all the newcomes out, my flow the
You a close second nigga, banana to a
Put us in the cage, and I'mma have to peel him
The best of both worlds, rappin and drug
Run and tell Lateef I came to down the village
The head honcho, starin out the story window
Of my Beverly Hills
Two long-ass Heats, I call 'em Shaq and
You niggas want me out of L.A., geah I

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
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
really don't want no parts of me pal