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

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

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

We stepped off the
Four gang bangers, professional slangers
a car at wholesale
Drove to the ghetto and checked in a

Unpacked and I grab the
'Cause we stayin' niggaz look shady
But they fade South Central
'Cause bustin' a cap is

out every block close
Seein' which one will clock the
Yeah is the one no doubt
Bust a U Bone and let's these niggaz 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 in Missouri?

fools got popped
Took their corner next day, set up
And better than slangin' in the Valley
Triple the makin' more than I did in Cali

Breakin' off rocks Barney Rubble
'Cause them 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 can't a
Tony Montana
Now the shit's a war
Of gang where it was never seen before

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

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

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

Boom! my homie got shot he's a goner
St. Louis niggaz want they corner
Shooting in weather
It's illegal business, niggaz still stick together

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

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

Try to catch a nigga he's yawnin'
Put his glock to my as I paused
to jail in my motherfuckin' drawers
Tryin' to give me fifty-seven

Face'll be full of those tattooed
It's the same old story and the same old stuck
And the public defender ain't givin' a
The fool must be

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

And a riot if any more niggaz die
No or probation
Now this is a young man's summer
No for rehabilitation

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