The affiliates nigga
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Pay attention
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Aye Woogie
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Mind your business kid
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Get stock your pictures and meet your rock fences
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Tryna hide from your senses
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Take a model, we allow interest
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In the crowd with the quickest kickin niggas in the ditches
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Cuz we¡¯ve got a center we could drop vicious
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The road less travel cause its men to go without
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Wild rappers sound soft as Mickey Mouse wearing stretched pants
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So just the fans do a Disneyland dance
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The more flamboyant
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Blind but I run it with the clarity and vision so they call me clairvoyant
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Engineer for your sheer enjoyment
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The unseen, I make em come clean up off it
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Torture and torments
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We chase the revenge, might tantalize retirements
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Them scruntin out and terrorized, strong on specialized in severing lies
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Then send em off to Bishop Lamont to get baptized
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They need oxygen
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The soft shit will suffocate the breath out the east and the west
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The north and the south, let¡¯s help em
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CPR, Cali professional rap stars ? here we are
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Don¡¯t kill em Bishop
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Let me get em for you
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Hit with the energy to kill that beat
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Believe in short term memory, but steal the skill
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We keep burning and reveal the real, now get going
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Rough like the skin around my neck
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Love it, whatever
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Nigga dirty like the bottom of my shoes rubber
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That¡¯s how I bounce raps over tracks, stacks over racks
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Plaques hanging over the cracks
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Nocturnals revenge, blood on the seringe
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Crowd control, I power steer em like the Benz
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Seats hugging like dykes while I¡¯m meeting Mike and Ikes
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My stereo be bumpin like my stereotype
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Light burnin like the red flag warning
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Follow the backwood trail that lead you to the water
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Thirsty like niggas like me
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Cool like jeans shorts with my spizz, I do the right things
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Rugged like my brothers in Iraq
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Attacking my problems like a highjacker or a linebacker
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My fate got no fear factor
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I¡¯m up late, putting in work, I wanna move faster
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They need oxygen
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The soft shit will suffocate the breath out the east and the west
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The north and the south, let¡¯s help em
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CPR, Cali professional rap stars ? here we are
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Don¡¯t kill em Bishop
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Let me get em for you
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Hit with the energy to kill that beat
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Believe in short term memory, but steal the skill
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We keep burning and reveal the real, now get going
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The blackhearted angel with a gun and a halo
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Breathe til my energy seize and will I say so
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My city breed killers nigga you can observe
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That¡¯s why I really sound happy when I write these words
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I¡¯m a product of the game, born into the cocaine era that spread over the nation like bad weather
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There¡¯s something in the air round here
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I can¡¯t even explain it
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God it even feels hot when it¡¯s rainin
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Niggas been gangbangin since Carter and Reagan
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Made millions, killed thousands, still ain¡¯t shit changing
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Tell my niggas Bishop hit em with that reformation
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Caltroit, chase infinite, that¡¯s elevation
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Surrounded by the essence of hate, we breathe light in the game
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So you can inhale life in your brain
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Surrounded by the devils and snakes who breathe light in the game
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Frontin, fill a couple shots in the frame
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Breathe.
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They need oxygen
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The soft shit will suffocate the breath out the east and the west
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The north and the south, let¡¯s help em
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CPR, Cali professional rap stars ? here we are
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Don¡¯t kill em Bishop
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Let me get em for you
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Hit with the energy to kill that beat
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Believe in short term memory, but steal the skill
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We keep burning and reveal the real, now get going
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Oxygen
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Bishop Lamont |