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i woke up on the morning, with my breathe still stankin, on the corner with a bunch of n-gg- that’s gang bangin
the homie came up to me sayin, “listen to this”
i said, “who made the beat, blood, it sound like sh-t”
hit the parking lot, where the dice game’s brackin, sold my heat just to let em know that i was strapped and…
ready fo’ whatevah so don’t try no dumb sh-t
yes, i’d like to scr-p or we can get into gun sh-t
[broke up on the hip?] and got back in the [cutl-ss?]
caught a n-gg- slippin, so i said “f-ck it”
that’s the same n-gg- that kissed the [one b-tch, imma beat?] if that n-gg- wanna kiss the gun clip
step to the n-gg- with the 2-2-3
blinded that busta with the [bright juice drink?]
n-gg-, you know who i am, you know what this is about, but i’d rather put the strap down than knock blood out [yeah!]
i spit fo’ the bloods and the crips of the west
the n-gg-s that roll with the bullet-proof vests
cause it’s wicked in the city that i come from n-gg-, and it’s banged the f-ck out with the uzi trigger
[gun shots]

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