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

To all my niggas on the porch gettin hair braided
Cornrowed by a L.A.
And I can't forget, my ridin the train, Yankee fitted
Snub nose under Pelle shit
I New York, but gangbangin that's L.A. shit
And I'm proud of it, spit it through the so the crowd 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 in public
hatred inside my soul than 'Pac had for Delores Tucker
Every one of my niggas 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 doin life in the state pen
So I like Jamaicans
If I die for one of my
Then break up the of Compton
Spread my blood in the

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

Who I gotta to, who I gotta write
Get my Reebok deal done or I'm stayin in Air Nikes,
I handle bars, you gotta ride a bike
To Game in his skills, here go some trainin wheels
Let's roll, through the City of God, where niggas to kill
We'll chop you up a hundred times worse than the will
F'real, nah I need a track homey
Dre we too close, ain't no back homey
Deal it, I'mma be here for ten years
Spittin like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big
Let me paint picture while you sit here
Thinkin in the of your mind, this is the shit, yeah
I spit for niggas doin 25 on fifth year
Ready to throw a nigga off the fifth
Them white boys in the Abercrombie & gear
And nigga who ever helped me to get here

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

It go one brick, two brick, the boy movin
Now three bricks, four bricks, I'm upstate
Five bricks, six bricks, the got cake
Not rap money, but money been since eighty-eight
Look at the world we live in, steady hate
'til the Heckler and Koch, leave 'em chopped up Freddie's face
Niggas catchin feelings cause I'm 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 Lateef I came to burn the village
The head honcho, starin out the third story
Of my Beverly Hills
Two Heats, I call 'em Shaq and Alonzo
You want me out of L.A., geah I know

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