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compton av & steelz - fucc the opps (interlude) lyrics

[verse]
let ’em know right off the rip, f+ck the opps (the opps)
f+ck your hood, f+ck your street, n+gga, f+ck your block (punk+ass n+ggas)
i do them n+ggas somethin’ cold and get back in the wind
the streets love that gang sh+t and i’m at it again (they took your sh+t, n+gga)
i just told my n+gga steelz we them n+ggas now (we them n+ggas)
i heard them n+ggas lookin’ for us, we be in the town (what?)
is that them n+ggas right there? roll the windows down (roll them down)
okay, that’s them, cut the lights, n+gga, spin around
i pull up, jump out, i pull that thump out
you don’t want no smoke, chopper knock a n+gga lung out (boom)
really from the trenches, outside when the sun out (we outside, n+gga)
you heard it was some k!llers out thеre, so you don’t come out
n+gga, you a b+tch and your gang too (you a b+tch)
you n+ggas scatterеd like hoes when we came through (straight marched)
ran like b+tches, we bounced out
airin’ extensions, you ran in the house
bullets flew through grandma kitchen, you should’ve listened
these streets don’t love nothin’, b+tch, we cold, n+gga (we cold, n+gga)
look at all these k!llers and these gold diggers (and these gold diggers)
watch for all these scammers and these hoes, n+gga (and these noes)
before them 5.56s take your soul, n+gga (brr)
slidin’ ’round with dracs, we ain’t askin’ for no feature price (for no feature)
n+ggas actin’ like some sh+t that they ain’t even like (you don’t like, n+gga)
twenty n+ggas run up in your spot, it ain’t an even fight (this ain’t even)
you seen us stompin’ on your boy and you ain’t even fight, stupid
i know you heard us compton n+ggas ruthless
shoot him right in front of his mama and chuck the deuces (b+tch, f+ck your son)
n+ggas give they life to the set until they lose it (’til they lose it)
had a chance to go to the league, the n+gga blew it (d+mn)
i don’t just rap about it, n+gga, i done really seen it (i really seen it)
so if i put it in my lyrics, b+tch, i really mean it
how you supposed to feel when you grew up in the slums? (slums)
when they ask you where you from, you better get yourself a gun
i said it
and mama said don’t play in these streets (don’t play in these streets)
’cause my n+ggas ain’t playin’ unless we playin’ for keeps (we ain’t playin’ for keeps)
i’m talkin’ shootouts in broad day (broad day)
n+ggas say they outside (outside)
we gon’ swing through that b+tch trippin’ and let that chop fly
[outro]
i don’t even know how i feel about it neither, man
that sh+t just goes on and on, you know
next thing you know, somebody might try to smoke me
don’t matter, though
we all gotta go sometime, huh

- compton av steelz lyrics

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