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{This is the final boarding call for flight twelve
Departing Los Angeles, destination to St. Louis
Thank

Damn G, the gettin' hot
So how the am I supposed to make a knot?
Police looking at through a microscope
In L.A. everybody and they Momma dope

They trying to it
So what the fuck can I do to make a
Catch a to St. Louis
That's 'cause nobody knew us

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Getting bitches and they can't a
Nineteen-ninety-one Montana
Now the shit's a war
Of gang violence where it was never before

whirl when the gat bust
Four Jheri curl kickin' up dust
And some of them are lookin' up to us
Wearing our colors and talkin' gang fuss

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

{Top of the tonight, gangs from South Central
Los Angeles which are known for driveby shootings
Have into East St. Louis
Leaving three dead and two injured
No arrests have been
Police say this is a nationwide
With incidents occurring in Texas, Michigan and Oklahoma}

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

Fuckin' police got the four-one-one that L.A. all, surf and sun
But we thinkin' 'bout the boys
Feudin' like the Hayfield's and
Now the shit's gettin'

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

Try to catch a nigga while yawnin'
Put his to my chest as I paused
Went to jail in my motherfuckin'
to give me fifty-seven years

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

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

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

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