In the house For the 9 to the 6 To bitch-ass niggas We know your spot
The red dot's on your dome, geah fool, I'm ready to pull Trigger, nigga, straight to the fullest Original baby gangster on the 159 to bust you with the dirty glock It looks like rain, so I'm Your hood, of course, no remorse, start jettin No need for fuckin with the when I'm goin down Nigga please, no r.i.p.'s for westside gees I up the stick, grabs the nine and the clip Which I stash by my fuckin set-trippin, reminiscin Bout my homies who died the park casual to short Line up the as a teardrop falls No time for back-trackin, cause hood work Housecalls be given, where you livin, My mentality's like the dead has Hit block with the glock cocked, I'm ready to pull it Not givin a damn, fool, catch the bullet Your mama, daddy, your old annie-granny Oh no, I'm loco, out the roof of the Aw shit, fire spits out the of the mac I will you on a trip where you won't be comin back I pops a bitch-made nigga, and I'm '96 is the killin
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I'ma flee the muthafuckin scene with nobody The mentality's got me in '85 Park boy bangin (right) Peelin back to collect my stripes From the 3rd to the cly', then back to Niggas rollin through, get nothin but the vapors Bitch please, 159 Fill bucket, fuck it, full of holes like swiss cheese And no stoppin this b.g. from the c-p-t around, fool, that's where I be Niggas disrespect, makes me Represent the hood on my fuckin buckle Chalkin up points, smokin on joints, I through the mentality of fuckin you Niggas on niggas, we need to Say it ain't no peace, just piece on yo ass like flies on shit So fool, don't I be playin connect the dot on your muthafuckin For no reason '96 is the season
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Time when doin drive-by's Cause it only a sec For boom bam to the tec Not a fuck if the clip is empty If y'all buckin, I'm buckin, I'm 2 with me I sirens, tires screechin, bitches screamin Niggas duckin, muthafuckin nigga buckin You can't compete, your street catch the blues You gon' pay muthafuckin dues And ain't no stoppin till the clip is If I'm gon' die, mark-ass gon' definitely die too Caught the in the back of the shoulder Swear, like a chair, muthafucka, i'ma ya on the run got my back, and that's cool Like tee that gives me permission to act a fool (just clownin) no need to run for protection Catch that ass dippin when we slippin through the inner be transformin like trees, and Another dead, it's the season
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Compton is this You know the fuck we from Ugh Original cmw in the muthafuckin You how we do it Back for ass for the 9 to the 6 Mc Dj Tha Lil' & bird Da foe Bam My tom My nigga ? ? ? ? ? is in the My nigga mike t in the muthafuckin Everybody in this Y'all how we do it For the 9 to the 6, And you better watch the out Cause we know muthafuckin residential spots Ugh
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