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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

fools got popped
Took their corner next day, set up
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 niggaz don't trouble
And we ain't on edge when we do
Police don't the khakis and the sweatshirts

Getting bitches and they stand a
Tony Montana
Now the shit's a war
Of gang violence where it was never seen

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

Giving up 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

{Top of the news tonight, gangs from South
Los Angeles which are known for driveby shootings
Have migrated East St. Louis
three dead and two others injured
No arrests have made
say this is a nationwide trend
With similar incidents occurring in Texas, and Oklahoma}

Boom! my got shot he's a goner black
St. Louis niggaz they corner back
in snowy 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 thinkin' 'bout the boys
like the Hayfield's and McCoys
Now the gettin' tricky

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

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

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

Talkin 'about a double life bargain
You got to deal with the Crips and Bloods by G
Plus the Guerrilla family
And the white pride like Northside

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

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