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

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

trying to stop 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 gang bangers, professional crack
Rented a car at
to the ghetto and checked in a motel

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

Checkin' out block close
Seein' which one will the most
Yeah is the one no doubt
Bust a U Bone and 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 there in a
Wouldn't you know a driveby in

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

Breakin' off rocks like Rubble
'Cause them mark ass niggaz want trouble
And we on edge when we do work
Police recognize the khakis and the sweatshirts

Getting bitches and they can't a
Nineteen-ninety-one Tony
Now the like a war
Of gang violence where it was seen before

Punks when the gat bust
Four Jheri niggaz kickin' 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 they ain't heard of
But motherfuckers want to stand strong
So you the phrase, once again it's on

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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