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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 niggas on the porch gettin they braided
Cornrowed by a L.A.
And I can't forget, my niggas ridin the train, fitted
Snub nose under that Pelle
I love New York, but that's L.A. shit
And I'm proud of it, spit it through the wire so the crowd it
Haters you know who you are, you can turn it down, fuck it fades*}
{*volume rises*} I can shoot a video to it and spend the budget
I'm gangster, let the 40 cal blow in
hatred inside my soul than 'Pac had for Delores Tucker
Every time one of my niggas get shot, the I suffer
Cause we trapped inside a where you forced to die for your colors
I seen it all the Range tints
Got niggas doin in the state pen
So I dread Jamaicans
If I die for one of my
Then break up the of Compton
my blood in the pavement

me
Niggas keep sayin they gon' me up
Talkin that like they gon' lay me down
But when I come 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 lay me down
But when I through strapped to see what's up
Niggas really want no parts of me pal

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

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

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 really want no parts 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 don't want no of me pal