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

To all my niggas on the porch gettin they braided
Cornrowed by a L.A.
And I forget, my niggas ridin the train, Yankee fitted
Snub nose 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
Haters you know who you are, you can turn it down, fuck it fades*}
{*volume rises*} I can a video to it and spend half the budget
I'm gangster, let the 40 cal blow in
More hatred inside my soul than had for Delores Tucker
Every one of my niggas get shot, the more I suffer
Cause we trapped inside a world where you to die for your colors
I it all through the Range tints
Got doin life in the state pen
So I dread Jamaicans
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 come through strapped to see up
Niggas really don't 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 through to see what's up
really don't want no parts of me pal

Who I gotta talk to, who I write
Get my deal done or I'm stayin in Air Nikes, aight?
I handle bars, you gotta ride 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 the Haitians will
F'real, nah f'real I need a homey
Dre we too close, ain't no turnin homey
Deal it, I'mma be here for ten years
Spittin like the ghost of Wright and Big here
Let me paint this picture you sit here
Thinkin in the back of mind, this is the shit, yeah
I spit for doin 25 on they fifth year
Ready to throw a nigga off the fifth
Them white boys in the Abercrombie & gear
And every nigga who ever me to get here

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

It go one brick, two brick, the boy weight
Now three bricks, four bricks, I'm drivin
Five bricks, six bricks, the got cake
Not rap money, but money been wrapped eighty-eight
Look at the world we live in, niggas steady
'til the Heckler and Koch, leave 'em chopped up Freddie's face
Niggas feelings cause I'm about millions
And out of all the newcomes out, my the illest
You a close second nigga, to a gorilla
Put us in the same cage, and I'mma have to him
The of both worlds, rappin and drug dealin
Run and tell Lateef I came to down the village
The honcho, starin out the third story window
Of my Beverly Hills
Two long-ass Heats, I 'em Shaq and Alonzo
You niggas want me out of L.A., I know

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