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Yeah, Knocks, Aftermath, Compton to Jersey
What y'all fools know about on lo-los?
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 niggas the train, Yankee fitted
Snub nose under that shit
I love New York, but that's L.A. shit
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 I can shoot a video to it and spend half the budget
I'm gangster, let the 40 cal blow in
More inside my soul than 'Pac had for Delores Tucker
Every time one of my get shot, the more I suffer
we trapped inside a world where you forced to die for your colors
I seen it all through the tints
Got niggas life in the state pen
So I dread like
If I die for one of my
break up the streets of Compton
Spread my in the pavement

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

Who I gotta talk to, who I write
Get my Reebok deal done or I'm 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
We'll chop you up a hundred times worse the Haitians will
F'real, nah I need a track homey
Dre we too close, ain't no back homey
Deal with it, be here for ten years
Spittin like the ghost of Eric and Big here
Let me this picture while you sit here
Thinkin in the back of your mind, this is the shit,
I spit for doin 25 on they fifth year
Ready to throw a nigga off the fifth
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 that shit like they 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 shit like they gon' lay me down
But when I come through strapped to see up
Niggas really want no parts of me pal

It go one brick, two brick, the boy movin
Now three bricks, four bricks, I'm drivin
Five bricks, six bricks, the got cake
Not rap money, but money wrapped since eighty-eight
Look at the world we 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 out, my flow the illest
You a close second nigga, banana to a
Put us in the same cage, and have to peel him
The of both worlds, rappin and drug dealin
Run and tell Lateef I came to down the village
The head honcho, out the third story window
Of my Hills condo
Two long-ass Heats, I 'em Shaq and Alonzo
You niggas me out of L.A., geah I know

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