{*opening skit: man talking to girlfriend in car*}
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[M] You won't have to worry about anything when you're with me
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[M] cause I'm.. (?) reliable (?)
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{*while he's speaking, thug runs up and opens his car door*}
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[T] Nigga WHASSUP nigga? Get out the car nigga!
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[T] Give me your jew-els, fool!
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[M] What, what do you want from us?
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[T] You and your BITCH, nigga!
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{*car door slams*}
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[T] Get out here.. nigga you better get off this motherfucker punk
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[M] Look.. look out baby
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[M] I'm not givin up anything! You're just gonna have to..
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{*gun blasts*}
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"Screamin!"
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{*second skit: argument between thugs over money*}
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[1] Where my motherfuckin chips at nigga?
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[2] Yo homey I already told you nigga I'd have it Friday nigga
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[1] Man FUCK what you told me nigga!
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[2] WHAT?! Nigga, fuck you motherfucker
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[1] Nigga what's happenin then nigga? Nigga!
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{*beatdown starts*}
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[2] Awww shit!!
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{*beatdown continues*}
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[King Tee]
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I gotta leave this crazy place, but my feet won't budge
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The niggaz always ask am I a Crip or a Blood?
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I am what I am and that's all I can stands
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I can't stands no more so I'ma scram
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Sell me a couple of ki's and buy a crib far away
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A place that the map don't say
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Cause I'm gettin kinda timid, at first I was with it
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Talk about jack moves, I did it
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I took cars, snatched jewelry, and boy I'd run
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with the colored rag over my gun
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And there was times I had to pop fools {*BLAM*}
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because they didn't believe that the glock rules
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When I say get out, get out! And I might not shoot
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Then I'm off to put your Dayton's on my Coupe
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But nowadays I have to figure
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What goes around comes around for the triflin nigga
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{*third skit: G's discussing a hit*}
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[1] There the nigga!
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[2] Nigga nigga fuck that, I'm gonna shoot this nigga right here
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[2] Man, watch this
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{*gun being cocked sounds*}
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[2] I ain't got time to be playin with this motherfucker nigga
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[2] Show this nigga what time it is nigga
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[1] Yo yo hold up
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[2] Nigga watch out nigga
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[1] Come on man
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[2] Nigga watch out nigga {*incomprehensible*}
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[2] Fuck that nigga man, fuck that nigga
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[1] We don't need to get indicted
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[3] Yo yo the nigga got a gat!!
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[2] Nigga fuck that nigga nigga! Nigga FUCK that nigga!
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[2] Nigga FUCK THAT NIGGA!
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{*BLAM! BLAM! BLAM-BLAM-BLAM!*}
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[2] NIGGA FUCK THAT NIGGA!!
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[King Tee]
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Back in the days I used to stand on the block with my box
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Watchin my boy run up to cars and sell rocks
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He was young and bold, lot of money and gold
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Kept a gat on hold in case suckers tried to roll
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A car stops, he trots, yellin here comes the cops
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He's only sixteen, but he's braver than his pops
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His mother and father, smoke crack like I drink brew
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Survival's on his mind so he serves them too
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School isn't important, he's importin big packages
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across the border, a little shorter than a million quarters
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All the women ride his jock like a jockey
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He says "I'm on top, there ain't a cop who could stop me"
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but confidence, is his best defense
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At night he carries a gauge he fit inside of his trench
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He says "A punk try to run up, I'ma pull the trigger"
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What goes around comes around for the triflin nigga!
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{*fourth skit: a drug deal in progress*}
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[1] What's happenin man you got those birds?
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[2] Yo you got the money homey?
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[1] Aiyy man whatchu gonna ask me somethin like that fo'?
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[3] Look man, fuck all the bullshit
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[1] Man here you go right here man
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[2] Show the money dawg
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{*briefcase is opened*}
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[1] Nigga, there you go, so what's happenin?
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[?] I like that, we in business
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[?] Man - fuck you nigga, this is a jack, it's a jack nigga
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[?] Always gettin him, hey what's up?
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[2] Nigga, strip down, get butt-naked nigga
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[King Tee]
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I heard one-time wanna peel my cap
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for the gangster rap to make niggaz start fightin back
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But I don't even give a fuck
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Pass the AK, and one-time better duck {*automatic fire*}
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Cause I don't give a fuck about a piece of tin
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I [*scratch*] shit off your chest and then grin
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And move on to the next motherfucker
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Cops ain't nuttin but the Klan undercover
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And they be lynchin mothe |