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Yeah, Fort Knocks, Aftermath, Compton to
What y'all fools know about perculatin on
and six-fo's nigga
Ha ha, no more hand claps, nigga
Here we go - Blaze!

To all my on the porch gettin they hair braided
Cornrowed by a L.A.
And I can't forget, my ridin the train, Yankee fitted
nose under that 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
you know who you are, you can turn it down, fuck 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 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 seen it all through the Range
Got niggas doin life in the pen
So I dread like
If I die for one of my
Then break up the of Compton
Spread my in the pavement

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

Who I talk to, who I gotta write
Get my Reebok done or I'm stayin in Air Nikes, aight?
I handle bars, you ain't ride a bike
To beat in his skills, here go some trainin wheels
Let's roll, through the of God, where niggas trained to kill
chop you up a hundred times worse than the Haitians will
F'real, nah I need a track homey
Dre we too close, ain't no back homey
Deal with it, I'mma be for ten years
Spittin like the of Eric Wright and Big here
Let me paint picture while you sit here
Thinkin in the back of your mind, this is the shit,
I spit for niggas 25 on they fifth year
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 heat me up
that shit like they gon' lay me down
But when I come through to see what's up
Niggas really don't want no of me pal
me
Niggas keep sayin gon' heat me up
Talkin that shit like gon' lay me down
But when I through strapped to see what's up
Niggas really want no parts of me pal

It go one brick, two brick, the boy movin
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 we live in, niggas steady hate
the Heckler and Koch, leave 'em chopped up like Freddie's face
Niggas catchin 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 same cage, and I'mma have to him
The best of both worlds, rappin and drug
Run and tell Lateef I came to down the village
The honcho, starin out the third story window
Of my Hills condo
Two long-ass Heats, I 'em Shaq and Alonzo
You niggas want me out of L.A., geah I

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