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

Damn G, the gettin' hot
So how the fuck am I to make a knot?
Police looking at through a microscope
In L.A. and they Momma 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, professional crack
a car at wholesale
Drove to the ghetto and in a motel

Unpacked and I grab the
'Cause where we niggaz look shady
But they fade South Central
'Cause bustin' a cap is

out every block close
Seein' which one clock the most
this is the one no doubt
Bust a U Bone and let's clear niggaz out

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

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

Them got popped
Took their next day, set up shop
And it's better than slangin' in the
Triple the profit makin' than I did in Cali

Breakin' off like Barney Rubble
'Cause them mark ass don't want trouble
And we ain't on when we do work
Police don't the khakis and the sweatshirts

Getting bitches and they stand a
Nineteen-ninety-one Montana
Now the like a war
Of gang where it was never seen before

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

up much love
Dyin' for a street that they never 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 migrated into East St.
Leaving three and two others injured
No arrests have been
Police say this is a nationwide
With similar occurring in Texas, Michigan and Oklahoma}

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

Fuckin' police got the four-one-one that L.A. all, surf and sun
But we thinkin' 'bout the boys
Feudin' like the Hayfield's and
Now the gettin' tricky

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

Try to catch a nigga while he's
Put his glock to my chest as I
Went to in my motherfuckin' drawers
Tryin' to me fifty-seven years

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

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

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

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