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I remember days on Crenshaw, take a nigga
Hit the hood, take his off
hit that block, let him hear that Pac
That shit don't
Soo woo, new coupe, the west side
New Benz, top down, new rims, new bitch up P's, whoo whoop

niggas ain't never gon' be the same
It's in my blood, you see my
You see my tats, you feel my
You in my hood? You from a
You got 2 to answer where you from, or you gon' see your brains
Now that you I see your change

Nigga we got canals, shelves, niggas tried, niggas that died
Niggas that fell well, off in their jail
Shit, we got with full clips
That'll dip you set and disappear like "Hell Rell"
No bail the peace price
Get caught up in the of the street at the light, you fuckin' bean pie
Middle of your forehead nigga, where the beam lie
(You be ok) Cause I seen God

Niggas crack, Dre sellin' headphones
2Pac in heaven, Biggie "Dead Wrong"
Cherry red Impala, head red bone
I just killed a on my cellphone
Puff sellin' vodka, weed got my gone
in heaven, name on that headstone
LJ in prison, and my nigga Legs
I just killed a on my cellphone
Stop

Playin' chronic, blazin' with the windows tinted
those that don't cut the checks, the ones in yo' business
Rappers sendin' threats but still ain't sent no killers
You take a stretch squeeze myself, can't depend on niggas
on niggas check the urinal and you'll see
That I be droppin' jewels and you should 'em like a jewel thief
Wolves teeth is what I use to eat my pray up with
Used to make the yayo flip now Game told me to lay hits
Teamed up, toured the US just to let the ring
Goin' to fuck shit up, I did the King James thing
and lobster with the gentleman, sit with a gangster posture
Blowin' all bands fans, screamin' like it's Frank Sinatra
Made it out the South Bay village homies I prosper
But I don't owe you shit, I'm supposed to thank my mama
Only for commas, got 'em in now raise the Llama
Hotter than a blazin' comet, south central moth

Niggas sellin' crack, Dre headphones
in heaven, bumpin' Biggie "Dead Wrong"
Cherry red Impala, Bobble red bone
I killed a nigga on my cellphone
Puff sellin' vodka, weed got my head
G-Man in heaven, name on that
LJ in prison, and my nigga gone
I just killed a nigga on my
Stop