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

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 Momma sell dope

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

We off the plane
Four gang bangers, professional slangers
Rented a car at
Drove to the ghetto and in a motel

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

out every block close
Seein' one will clock the most
Yeah this is the one no
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 in a hurry
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 makin' more than I did in Cali

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

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

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

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

{Top of the news tonight, gangs South Central
Los Angeles which are for their driveby shootings
migrated into East St. Louis
Leaving dead and two others injured
No arrests have made
Police say is a nationwide trend
similar incidents occurring in Texas, Michigan and Oklahoma}

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

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

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

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

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

'about a double life plea bargain
You got to deal the Crips and Bloods by hand G
Plus the Black family
And the white pride like Northside

And a riot if any more niggaz die
No parole or
Now this is a young summer vacation
No chance for

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