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Yeah, Fort Knocks, Aftermath, Compton to
What fools know about perculatin on lo-los?
and six-fo's nigga
Ha ha, no more claps, please nigga
we go - Just Blaze!

To all my niggas on the porch gettin hair braided
Cornrowed by a L.A.
And I forget, my niggas ridin the train, Yankee fitted
Snub nose under that shit
I love New York, but 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 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
time one of my niggas get shot, the more I suffer
Cause we trapped inside a where you forced to die for your colors
I it all through the Range tints
Got niggas life in the state pen
So I dread Jamaicans
If I die for one of my
Then up the streets of Compton
my blood in the pavement

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

Who I talk 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
roll, through the City 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 back homey
Deal with it, I'mma be for ten years
like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big here
Let me paint this picture you sit here
Thinkin in the back of your mind, is the shit, yeah
I spit for niggas doin 25 on fifth year
Ready to a nigga off the fifth tier
Them white in the Abercrombie & Fitch gear
And every nigga who ever me to get here

me
Niggas keep sayin they gon' me up
Talkin shit like 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 gon' heat me up
Talkin that shit like gon' 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 bricks, four bricks, I'm drivin upstate
Five bricks, six bricks, the got cake
Not rap money, but money wrapped since eighty-eight
Look at the world we live in, niggas hate
'til the and Koch, leave 'em chopped up like Freddie's face
catchin feelings cause I'm about millions
And out of all the out, my flow the illest
You a close second nigga, 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 Lateef I came to down the village
The head honcho, starin out the third window
Of my Beverly condo
Two long-ass Heats, I call 'em Shaq and
You want me out of L.A., geah I know

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