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

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

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

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

Unpacked and I the three-eighty
'Cause we stayin' niggaz look shady
But they can't fade South
bustin' a cap is fundamental

Checkin' out every block
which one will clock the most
Yeah this is the one no
a U Bone and let's clear 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 know a driveby in

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

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

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

Punks whirl the gat bust
Four Jheri niggaz kickin' up dust
And some of them are lookin' 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 want to stand strong
So you know the phrase, once again on

{Top of the news tonight, from South Central
Los Angeles which are known for their shootings
Have migrated into St. Louis
Leaving three dead and two injured
No have been made
Police say is a nationwide trend
With similar occurring in Texas, Michigan and Oklahoma}

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

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

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

Try to catch a nigga while he's
Put his glock to my as I paused
to jail in my motherfuckin' drawers
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 givin' a fuck
The must be sparkin'

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

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

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