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[Game] Yo, yo, yo Who shot me? Some punk motherfuckers I aint never seen before in my life Gotta pay that price When you in the hood hustlin, 24 hours a day Guns bustin, the fiends need yay So I知 in the kitchen with them pirex pots Flip em like spatchulas, supply em hot I知 in the yard everyday around 12 o'clock They call me russel simons how I sell that rock I知 in the hood and the new cl is hot Gotta be 310, with a sprewells is stock I知 not sure if its v12 or not, I知 not into cars I just like to park em outside of drug seminars I took shots like 50 dogg The 1 in the heart got me ready to die like biggie was And if I ever see them niggas again Just rent me with a u-haul, and move my shit to the pen I知 from compton, they say I知 real sick with the pen Throw jay-z in the pot, mix em with ren Or o.j on the rocks, mix em with gin Whatchu got? The westcoast riding again But this time aint gone be no beefing The trucks got 6 stash spots, aint gone be no creeping Creep up on my passengers side You must be asking to die Empty the 44 mag in his thighs And hop out, and put the rest in your neck Then ride off to that bone thug shit on life after death I知 on that tupac thug shit, ride to my death In the hood with a m16 around my neck Looking like old dogg of dead presidents At the beginning of the movie, comptons back This the beginning of the movement, my dogs is strapped Holla at my nigga x', where yonkers at? Tell em I ruff ride threw manhattan on a harley If you cant catch me now, be at the rich carlton After that catch me chilling in harlem Inside that cam'ron pink aston martin Blowing that sour diesle and listening to bob marley Then theres still a w, diddy's throwing a party I知 here with t-mac, aint no clapping me down One shot at the bar, aint no clapping me down You know fase got a gun homie I got a gun on me (shots) Thats where I知 from homie So before all that crazy talking Big legends 89 and this eazy talking Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
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