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

To all my niggas on the porch gettin they hair
Cornrowed by a L.A.
And I can't forget, my niggas ridin the train, Yankee
Snub under that Pelle shit
I love New York, but gangbangin that's L.A.
And I'm proud of it, spit it through the 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 half the budget
I'm gangster, let the 40 cal in public
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 world where you forced to die for colors
I seen it all the Range tints
Got doin life in the state pen
So I dread Jamaicans
If I die for one of my
Then break up the of Compton
Spread my blood in the

me
Niggas keep sayin gon' heat me up
Talkin that shit like they gon' lay me
But when I come through to see what's up
Niggas really want no parts of me pal
me
Niggas keep sayin they heat me up
Talkin that shit like gon' lay me down
But I come through strapped to see what's up
Niggas 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 bars, you ain't gotta ride a bike
To beat Game in his skills, here go trainin wheels
Let's roll, through the City of God, where trained to kill
chop you up a hundred times worse than the Haitians will
F'real, nah f'real I a track homey
Dre we too close, ain't no turnin homey
Deal with it, I'mma be here for ten
Spittin like the ghost of Wright and Big here
Let me paint this picture while you sit
Thinkin in the back of your mind, this is the shit,
I for niggas doin 25 on they fifth year
to throw a nigga off the fifth tier
Them boys in the Abercrombie & Fitch gear
And every nigga who ever helped me to get

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 don't no parts of me pal
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
Niggas don't 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 we live in, niggas steady hate
'til the Heckler and Koch, leave 'em chopped up Freddie's face
Niggas catchin feelings cause I'm about
And out of all the newcomes out, my flow the
You a close nigga, banana to a gorilla
Put us in the same cage, and I'mma have to him
The best of both worlds, rappin and dealin
Run and tell Lateef I came to burn down the
The head honcho, starin out the third 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 gon' me up
that shit like they gon' lay me down
But when I come through strapped to see up
Niggas really don't no parts of me pal
me
Niggas keep sayin gon' heat me up
Talkin that shit like gon' lay me down
But I come through strapped to see what's up
Niggas really want no parts of me pal