In the house For the 9 to the 6 To bitch-ass niggas We your residential spot
The red dot's on your dome, geah fool, I'm ready to this Trigger, nigga, bangin to the fullest Original baby gangster on the 159 reasons to bust you with the dirty It like rain, so I'm wettin Your hood, of course, no remorse, better jettin No need for fuckin with the killer 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 From casual to up the homie as a teardrop falls No for back-trackin, cause hood work calls be given, where you livin, unforgiven My mentality's the dead has risen Hit your with the glock cocked, I'm ready to pull it Not a damn, fool, catch the fuckin bullet Your mama, your daddy, your old Oh no, I'm loco, out the roof of the Aw shit, fire spits out the of the mac I will send you on a trip where you won't be back I pops a nigga, and I'm cheesin '96 is the season
Murder murder Kill kill (3x)
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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 the 3rd to the cly', then back to taper Niggas rollin through, they get but the vapors please, 159 gees Fill bucket, fuck it, full of holes like swiss cheese And ain't no this b.g. from the c-p-t around, fool, that's where I be Niggas disrespect, me chuckle Represent the hood on my fuckin belt Chalkin up points, on joints, I roll through With the mentality of you Niggas on niggas, we need to Say it ain't no peace, just this on yo ass like flies on shit So fool, test I be playin connect the dot on your chest For no apparent '96 is the season
Murder murder Kill kill (3x)
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Time when doin drive-by's Cause it takes a sec For bam to empty the tec Not a fuck if the clip is empty If buckin, I'm buckin, I'm takin 2 with me I hear sirens, screechin, bitches screamin Niggas duckin, that muthafuckin nigga You can't compete, your whole street catch the You pay some muthafuckin dues And no stoppin till the clip is through If I'm gon' die, mark-ass gon' definitely die too Caught the slug in the of the shoulder Swear, a chair, muthafucka, i'ma fold ya Niggas on the run got my back, and cool Like king tee gives me permission to act a fool (just clownin) no tryin to run for protection Catch that ass dippin when we slippin through the inner Niggas be transformin trees, and Another dead, it's the killin
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Compton is this You know where the fuck we 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 ? ? ? ? ? is in the house My mike t in the muthafuckin house Everybody in muthafucka Y'all how we do it For the 9 to the 6, And you watch the fuck out we know your muthafuckin residential spots Ugh
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