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The motherfucking continues...

All of you who don't believe in the gangsta shit,
cause when it comes to the niggaz,
it the shit they're much harder to deal with.

Yeah, the laws in this motherfucker,
like Mafia for life, down the real niggaz 4 life.
Ha-ha, yo sweet-talk, tell 'em what the we're here for...

I write ya, USE, Compton, Watts, The Wood,
all across the USA.
They know I'm through the valley of real niggaz,
I fear no man on the motherfucking planet, hit me one.
I've been to the mountain top y'all,
and I have been seeing through the of a real nigga.

Yo, what you think about the niggaz 187?

Yo, they make some of the coooooolest I had never heard,

Yo, we came, G, I almost gave it up,
to the motherfucking gangstas.
no man...

...because you're man yourself,
to put the world at yourself man.
Me not bobba-clot mobbing to see a pussy-clot run,
bob-bob-bob-bob-bob, Babylon on the run, see...

The real niggaz is back, cause there's to many records out,
niggaz beat it for we put out.
But you don't to wait no longer,
because the new album is out and the shit is stronger.
So groups made three albums or more,
and their shit is still sitting in the record-store.
They wonder why it sold,
rapping since the seventies and still never went gold.
Our first record sold two copies,
that's because you motherfuckers are sloppy.
You out the streets and crossed over,
and after that your career is over.
Because after that not around,
so shut the fuck up, and witness the sound of some niggaz.

Yeah, motherfucker.
keeping all you on the run in ninety-one, kick that shit Ren.

Most niggaz understand,
and never will if they ain't part of the Mafia-clan.
is dedicated to the streets,
with hyped fucking lyrics and a ass beat.
The songs will never come soft, I come off,
so don't get in my way or you'll be cut off.
And it's something you can your lips to,
to wrap around my and suck if it fits you.
And let me now if you wanna the D-I-C-K,
all day that's no play.
Cause no rap group out, that I know,
that me wanna listen to the radio.
All I is motherfuckers trying to make a comeback with lovesongs,
and shit is whack.
And why your ass ain't around,
you don't have the motherfucking sound of a real nigga.