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

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

They trying to it
So what the can I do to make a profit?
Catch a flight to St.
That's cool 'cause nobody us

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

Unpacked and I the three-eighty
'Cause where we niggaz look shady
But they fade South Central
'Cause bustin' a cap is

Checkin' out every close
which one will clock the most
Yeah this is the one no
Bust a U Bone and let's clear these out

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

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

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

Breakin' off rocks like Barney
'Cause them ass niggaz don't want trouble
And we on edge when we do work
Police don't the khakis and the sweatshirts

bitches and they can't stand a
Nineteen-ninety-one Tony
Now the like a war
Of gang violence it was never seen before

whirl when the gat bust
Four Jheri 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 that ain't never heard of
But other motherfuckers want to strong
So you know the phrase, once again on

of the news tonight, gangs from South Central
Los Angeles are known for their driveby shootings
Have migrated into East St.
three dead and two others injured
No arrests have made
Police say this is a trend
With similar incidents occurring in Texas, Michigan and

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

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

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

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

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

Talkin 'about a double life bargain
You got to with the Crips and Bloods by hand G
Plus the Black Guerrilla
And the pride don't like Northside

And it's a riot if any more die
No parole or
Now this is a young man's vacation
No for rehabilitation

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