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

To all my niggas on the porch they hair braided
Cornrowed by a L.A.
And I can't forget, my niggas the train, Yankee fitted
nose under that Pelle shit
I New York, but gangbangin that's L.A. shit
And I'm proud of it, spit it the wire so the crowd love it
Haters you who you are, you can turn it down, fuck it {*volume fades*}
{*volume rises*} I can a video to it and spend half the budget
I'm gangster, let the 40 cal in public
More hatred inside my soul 'Pac had for Delores Tucker
Every time one of my niggas get shot, the more I
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 break up the streets of
my blood in the pavement

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

Who I gotta talk to, who I gotta
Get my Reebok done or I'm stayin in Air Nikes, aight?
I handle bars, you ain't gotta ride a
To Game in his skills, here go some trainin 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 a track homey
Dre we too close, ain't no turnin homey
Deal with it, be here for ten years
Spittin like the ghost of Eric and Big here
Let me paint this picture you sit here
Thinkin in the back of mind, this is the shit, yeah
I spit for doin 25 on they fifth year
Ready to throw a off the fifth tier
Them white boys in the Abercrombie & gear
And every nigga who ever me to get here

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

It go one brick, two brick, the boy weight
Now three bricks, bricks, I'm drivin upstate
bricks, six bricks, the nigga got cake
Not rap money, but money been since eighty-eight
Look at the world we in, niggas steady hate
the Heckler and Koch, leave 'em chopped up like Freddie's face
Niggas catchin cause I'm about millions
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 have to 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 Hills condo
Two long-ass Heats, I call 'em and Alonzo
You want me out of L.A., geah I know

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