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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 hand claps, nigga
we go - Just Blaze!

To all my niggas on the porch gettin hair braided
by a L.A. bitch
And I can't forget, my ridin the train, Yankee fitted
Snub nose that Pelle shit
I love New York, but gangbangin that's L.A.
And I'm proud of it, spit it through the wire so the crowd it
Haters you who you are, you can turn it down, fuck it {*volume fades*}
{*volume rises*} I can shoot a video to it and half the budget
I'm gangster, let the 40 cal blow in
More hatred inside my soul 'Pac had for Delores Tucker
time one of my niggas get shot, the more I suffer
Cause we 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 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 I come through strapped to see what's up
Niggas really want no parts of me pal
me
Niggas keep sayin they gon' me up
that shit like they gon' lay me down
But when I come through to see what's up
Niggas really want no parts of me pal

Who I gotta talk to, who I write
Get my Reebok done or I'm stayin in Air Nikes, aight?
I handle bars, you gotta ride a bike
To beat Game in his skills, here go trainin wheels
Let's roll, through the City of God, 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, be here for ten years
Spittin like the ghost of Wright and Big here
Let me paint picture while you sit here
Thinkin in the back of your mind, is the shit, yeah
I spit for niggas 25 on they fifth year
Ready to a nigga off the fifth tier
Them white in the Abercrombie & Fitch gear
And every nigga who ever helped me to get

me
Niggas keep sayin gon' heat me up
Talkin that shit like they lay me down
But when I come strapped to see what's up
Niggas really don't want no of me pal
me
Niggas keep sayin they gon' me up
that shit 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 movin
Now bricks, four 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
'til the and Koch, leave 'em chopped up like Freddie's face
catchin 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 have to peel him
The best of both worlds, and drug dealin
Run and tell I came to burn down the village
The head honcho, starin out the 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 keep sayin they heat me up
Talkin that shit 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 sayin they gon' heat me up
Talkin that like they gon' lay me down
But when I through strapped to see what's up
Niggas really don't want no of me pal