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{This is the final boarding call for flight fifty-nine
Departing from Los Angeles, destination to St.
you}

Damn G, the spot's hot
So how the fuck am I to make a knot?
Police looking at niggaz a microscope
In L.A. and they Momma sell dope

trying to stop it
So the fuck can I do to make a profit?
a flight to St. Louis
That's cool 'cause nobody us

We stepped off the
Four gang bangers, crack slangers
Rented a car at
Drove to the ghetto and in a motel

Unpacked and I grab the
'Cause we stayin' niggaz look shady
But can't fade South Central
'Cause a cap is fundamental

Checkin' out block close
Seein' one will clock the most
this is the one no doubt
Bust a U Bone and let's these niggaz out

Ay ay man, whassup
Yo, this Lench Mob nigga!

Now clearin' 'em out meant
had the L.A. mentality
Bust a cap and out of in a hurry
Wouldn't you a driveby in Missouri?

fools got popped
Took their corner day, set up shop
And it's better than slangin' in the
Triple the profit makin' more than I did in

Breakin' off rocks Barney Rubble
'Cause mark ass niggaz don't want trouble
And we ain't on edge we do work
Police don't recognize the and the sweatshirts

Getting bitches and they stand a
Nineteen-ninety-one Montana
Now the like a war
Of gang where it was never seen before

Punks when the gat bust
Jheri curl niggaz kickin' up dust
And some of them are even up to us
Wearing our and talkin' that gang fuss

up much love
Dyin' for a street they ain't never heard of
But motherfuckers want to stand strong
So you know the phrase, once it's on

{Top of the news tonight, gangs from Central
Los which are known for their driveby shootings
Have migrated into East St.
Leaving three dead and two injured
No have been made
Police say this is a nationwide
With similar incidents occurring in Texas, Michigan and

Boom! my got shot he's a goner black
St. Louis niggaz want they back
in snowy weather
It's illegal business, niggaz still can't together

police got the four-one-one that L.A. ain't all, surf and sun
But we ain't 'bout the boys
Feudin' the Hayfield's and McCoys
Now the gettin' tricky

'Cause now lookin' for the colors and the khakis
Damn, the gettin hot from the battle
About to pack up and slangin' in Seattle
But the NARC's raid about six in the

Try to catch a while he's yawnin'
Put his glock to my as I paused
Went to jail in my motherfuckin'
Tryin' to me fifty-seven years

Face'll be full of tattooed tears
the same old story and the same old nigga stuck
And the public defender ain't a fuck
The must be sparkin'

Talkin a double life plea bargain
You got to deal with the Crips and by hand G
the Black Guerrilla family
And the white pride don't like

And it's a riot if any more die
No or probation
Now this is a young summer vacation
No chance for

'Cause look at the motherfuckin' years that I'm
I'm a end it like 'cause you know what's up
My is fucked