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{This is the final boarding call for flight fifty-nine
Departing from Los Angeles, destination to St.
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Damn G, the gettin' hot
So how the am I supposed to make a knot?
Police at niggaz through a microscope
In L.A. everybody and they Momma dope

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

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

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

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

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

Now clearin' 'em out meant
Still had the L.A.
a cap and out of there in a hurry
Wouldn't you know a in Missouri?

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

Breakin' off rocks like Barney
'Cause them mark ass don't want trouble
And we ain't on edge when we do
Police don't recognize the khakis and the

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

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

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

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

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

Fuckin' police got the that L.A. ain't all, surf and sun
But we ain't thinkin' 'bout the
like the Hayfield's and McCoys
Now the gettin' tricky

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

Try to catch a nigga he's yawnin'
Put his glock to my as I paused
Went to in my motherfuckin' drawers
Tryin' to give me years

Face'll be of those tattooed tears
It's the same old story and the old nigga stuck
And the public defender givin' a fuck
The must be sparkin'

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

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

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