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

Damn G, the spot's hot
So how the fuck am I supposed to make a
Police looking at niggaz a microscope
In L.A. everybody and they Momma dope

trying to stop it
So the fuck can I do to make a profit?
Catch a flight to St.
That's cool 'cause nobody 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 shady
But they can't South Central
'Cause bustin' a cap is

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

Ay ay man, whassup
Yo, well this Mob nigga!

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

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

Breakin' off rocks Barney Rubble
'Cause them mark ass niggaz don't want
And we on edge when we do work
Police don't recognize the khakis and the

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

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

Giving up love
Dyin' for a street that they never heard of
But other motherfuckers to stand strong
So you know the phrase, once it's on

{Top of the news tonight, from South Central
Los which are known for their driveby shootings
Have migrated into East St.
three dead and two others injured
No have been made
Police say this is a nationwide
With similar occurring in Texas, Michigan and Oklahoma}

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

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

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

Try to catch a while he's yawnin'
Put his to my chest as I paused
Went to in my motherfuckin' drawers
Tryin' to give me fifty-seven

Face'll be full of tattooed tears
the same old story and the same old nigga stuck
And the defender ain't givin' a fuck
The fool must be

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

And it's a riot if any more die
No parole or
Now this is a young man's vacation
No chance for

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