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

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

They to stop it
So what the fuck can I do to make a
Catch a to St. Louis
cool 'cause nobody knew us

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

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

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, whassup
Yo, this Lench Mob nigga!

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

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

Breakin' off rocks like Barney
'Cause mark ass niggaz don't want trouble
And we ain't on edge we do work
don't recognize the khakis and the sweatshirts

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

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

Giving up love
Dyin' for a street that they ain't heard of
But other want to stand strong
So you the phrase, once again it's on

{Top of the tonight, gangs from South Central
Los Angeles which are known for their shootings
Have migrated East St. Louis
Leaving three and two others injured
No arrests been made
Police say this is a nationwide
With incidents occurring in Texas, Michigan and Oklahoma}

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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