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We out, P and Game, we'll blow bitch up
From the world's infamous, 1st Infantry
Alchemist, shit raw like fresh beef playa
We boyz in da hood wanna see a dead

in a lowrider, murda on my mind
'Cuz I had too dead homies in my lifetime
That's why I wit a nine and dem hollow tips
Lift niggaz a chrome hydraulic switch
Wit a hood rat in the car swallow dicks
So that I got P on that 6-4 Impala shit
She from just like me
Caramel wit just like Eve

She wanna go to a Knicks game, sit to Spike Lee
Well do the right thing, blow a nigga out his
She to The Game, that's wifey
Ask Gotti get them blood stains out white tee
P in the backseat finger her girlfriend
That'll put a golf hole in your right cheek
Start over colors like Ice-T
And you can watch your life slip away an I.V.

We out in Cali, P and Game straight that bitch up
We out in New York, P and Game we that bitch up
You stop us, we gettin' this money it's not bangin'
You can't pull that shit way, we head bangin'
Wit dem and dem oo-ops
Me and my fools shoot, wutchu tryin' do that, I you do not
My chain is hot, what's more hot that
That's how I murda music, that's why your broads on my

Got two birds on my shoulders, all over me
ready to fuck Game and whoever else roll wit me
My presence is strong, I a bitch seein' dollar
spots stare at me too long
Have you seein' that white light you come at me
Or any one of my dawgs, be settin' it off
You was raised on and live real drama
Don't let the coupes you, we lettin' O's off

We out, P and Game, we'll that bitch up
P and rollin' the Dutch
From the world's most infamous, 1st
P and Game, we'll blow that bitch up, with the A L C
N.Y.C. to L.A. we do our

We out in Compton, P and Game Chucks
We out in Q B, P and Game rollin' a
Dumpin' ashes out the
Haze got my head spinnin' like dem 24 inch
Ridin' to Suga Hill bangin' ones
On the westside highway, on the steel
If I like chain then blood spill
I ain't getta million dollars when I signed my deal

Nigga I'll tie your wife to a chair and blow bitch up
You better fire proof crib, I'll blow that shit up
I'm all about this crime for real, this rap shit is
Try to points on me, I'll fasten you up
In that proof bag, real, real fast
Shoot the duce under my arm, I'm real, real
Can't put a tail on me, I too fast
Can't put tag on me, I smoke ass

If you from the westside, nigga that shit up
If you bang the eastside, nigga that shit up
I ain't be in The Source or Double X L
I'm just tryna fuck cuz Dre said sex sells
And it was this or jail
tryna fit birds in a Honda Accel
And caught up on the Fed Ex mail
So we stopped business and chirpin' on Nextels, we gangstas

I fold people in half, I tore ass
But they still wanna ride out as long as we see
I get money, and I don't need your or friendship
But love, I'ma survive just how I
I'ma stay alive the day I die
But now I'm healty, niggaz betta get up off my
A bitch is we easily fuck it
We posessed by the cash and these guns we

We out, P and Game, we'll that bitch up
Ain't fuckin' with
From the world's most infamous, 1st
with the A L C

I don't know about Alchemist
Who is he?