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Yeah, Fort Knocks, Aftermath, to Jersey
What y'all fools know about on lo-los?
and six-fo's nigga
Ha ha, no more hand claps, nigga
Here we go - Blaze!

To all my niggas on the porch gettin hair braided
Cornrowed by a L.A.
And I can't forget, my niggas the train, Yankee fitted
Snub nose under Pelle shit
I love New York, but that's L.A. shit
And I'm proud of it, spit it through the wire so the crowd it
you know who you are, you can turn it down, fuck it {*volume fades*}
{*volume I can shoot a video to it and spend half the budget
I'm gangster, let the 40 cal blow in
More hatred inside my soul than had for Delores Tucker
Every time one of my get shot, the more I suffer
we trapped inside a world where you forced to die for your colors
I seen it all through the tints
Got niggas doin life in the pen
So I dread like
If I die for one of my
Then up the streets of Compton
Spread my blood in the

me
Niggas keep they gon' heat me up
Talkin that like they gon' lay me down
But when I come through strapped to see up
Niggas really don't no parts of me pal
me
Niggas keep sayin they heat me up
Talkin shit like they gon' lay me down
But when I come through strapped to see up
Niggas really don't no parts of me pal

Who I gotta to, who I gotta write
Get my Reebok done or I'm stayin in Air Nikes, aight?
I bars, you ain't gotta ride a bike
To beat Game in his skills, here go trainin wheels
Let's roll, through the City of God, where trained to kill
chop you up a hundred times worse than the Haitians will
F'real, nah f'real I need a track
Dre we too close, ain't no turnin homey
Deal with it, be here for ten years
Spittin like the ghost of Eric and Big here
Let me paint this picture while you sit
Thinkin in the back of mind, this is the shit, yeah
I spit for niggas doin 25 on they year
Ready to a nigga off the fifth tier
Them white boys in the & Fitch gear
And every who ever helped me to get here

me
Niggas keep sayin gon' heat me up
Talkin that shit like they gon' lay me
But when I through strapped to see what's up
Niggas don't want no parts of me pal
me
Niggas keep sayin they gon' me up
Talkin that shit they gon' lay me down
But when I come through to see what's up
Niggas really don't no parts of me pal

It go one brick, two brick, the boy weight
Now three bricks, four bricks, I'm upstate
Five bricks, six bricks, the nigga got
Not rap money, but money been since eighty-eight
Look at the world we in, niggas steady hate
the Heckler and Koch, leave 'em chopped up like Freddie's face
Niggas catchin feelings I'm about millions
And out of all the newcomes out, my the illest
You a second nigga, banana to a gorilla
Put us in the same cage, and I'mma to peel him
The best of both worlds, rappin and dealin
Run and tell Lateef I to burn down the village
The head honcho, starin out the story window
Of my Hills condo
Two long-ass Heats, I call 'em and Alonzo
You want me out of L.A., geah I know

me
Niggas keep they gon' heat me up
Talkin that shit like gon' lay me down
But when I come through strapped to see up
Niggas really don't no parts of me pal
me
Niggas keep sayin they heat me up
Talkin that shit like they lay me down
But when I come through strapped to see up
Niggas really don't want no of me pal