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Yeah, Knocks, Aftermath, Compton to Jersey
What y'all fools know perculatin on lo-los?
Mics and nigga
Ha ha, no more claps, please nigga
we go - Just Blaze!

To all my on the porch gettin they hair braided
by a L.A. bitch
And I can't forget, my ridin the train, Yankee fitted
Snub nose 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 turn it down, it {*volume fades*}
{*volume rises*} I can shoot a video to it and spend half the
I'm gangster, let the 40 cal blow in
More hatred inside my soul than had for Delores Tucker
Every time one of my niggas get shot, the more I
Cause we trapped inside a world where you forced to die for colors
I seen it all through the Range
Got doin life in the state pen
So I like Jamaicans
If I die for one of my
Then break up the streets of
Spread my in the pavement

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

Who I talk to, who I gotta write
Get my Reebok deal done or I'm stayin in Air Nikes,
I handle bars, you ain't gotta ride a
To beat Game in his skills, here go trainin wheels
Let's roll, through the City of God, where niggas trained to
We'll you up a hundred times worse than the Haitians 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 Wright and Big here
Let me paint this picture while you sit
Thinkin in the back of mind, this is the shit, yeah
I spit for niggas 25 on they fifth year
Ready to a nigga off the fifth tier
Them boys in the Abercrombie & Fitch gear
And every nigga who ever me to get here

me
Niggas keep sayin they gon' me up
Talkin that shit they 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 they gon' heat me up
Talkin that shit they gon' lay me down
But I come through strapped to see what's up
Niggas really don't want no 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 got cake
Not rap money, but money been since eighty-eight
Look at the world we in, niggas steady hate
'til the Heckler and Koch, leave 'em chopped up Freddie's face
Niggas catchin cause I'm about millions
And out of all the out, my flow the illest
You a second nigga, banana to a gorilla
Put us in the same cage, and I'mma to peel him
The best of both worlds, rappin and drug
Run and tell I came to burn down the village
The head honcho, out the third story window
Of my Beverly Hills
Two Heats, I call 'em Shaq and Alonzo
You want me out of L.A., geah I know

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