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

To all my on the porch gettin they hair braided
Cornrowed by a L.A.
And I can't forget, my ridin the train, Yankee fitted
Snub under that Pelle shit
I New York, but gangbangin that's L.A. shit
And I'm proud of it, it through the wire so the crowd love it
Haters you know who you are, you can it down, fuck it {*volume fades*}
rises*} I can shoot a video to it and spend 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 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 they 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 sayin 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

Who I talk to, who I gotta write
Get my Reebok deal done or I'm in Air Nikes, aight?
I handle bars, you ain't gotta a bike
To beat Game in his skills, here go some wheels
Let's roll, through the City of God, where niggas trained to
chop you up a hundred times worse than the Haitians will
F'real, nah f'real I need a track
Dre we too close, ain't no turnin homey
Deal with it, I'mma be here for ten
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 they year
Ready to throw a nigga off the fifth
Them boys in the Abercrombie & Fitch gear
And every nigga who helped me to get here

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

It go one brick, two brick, the boy movin
Now three bricks, bricks, I'm drivin upstate
Five bricks, six bricks, the nigga got
Not rap money, but money wrapped since eighty-eight
Look at the world we in, niggas steady hate
'til the Heckler and Koch, leave 'em chopped up like face
Niggas catchin feelings cause I'm about
And out of all the newcomes out, my flow the
You a close second nigga, to a gorilla
Put us in the same cage, and I'mma to peel him
The best of worlds, rappin and drug dealin
Run and tell Lateef I came to burn the village
The honcho, starin out the third story window
Of my Beverly Hills
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 come through strapped to see up
Niggas really want no parts of me pal
me
Niggas keep sayin they heat me up
Talkin that shit like they gon' lay me
But when I come through to see what's up
Niggas really don't want no of me pal