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

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 Momma dope

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Breakin' off like Barney Rubble
them mark ass niggaz don't want trouble
And we on edge when we do work
Police don't recognize the and the sweatshirts

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

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

Giving up love
for a street that 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 from Central
Los which are known for their driveby shootings
Have into East St. Louis
Leaving dead and two others injured
No arrests have made
Police say this is a trend
With similar incidents occurring in Texas, Michigan and

Boom! my got shot he's a goner black
St. Louis niggaz want corner back
Shooting in weather
It's illegal business, niggaz 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' the Hayfield's and McCoys
Now the shit's gettin'

now they lookin' for the colors and the khakis
Damn, the spot's gettin hot from the
to pack 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 to my chest as I paused
Went to in my motherfuckin' drawers
to give me fifty-seven years

Face'll be full of tattooed tears
It's the same old story and the same old nigga
And the public ain't givin' a fuck
The must be sparkin'

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

And it's a if any more niggaz die
No or probation
Now is a young man's summer vacation
No chance for

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