(Verse)
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Yo I¡¯m nothing like, I¡¯m nothing nice
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Yo I¡¯m nothing like something nice, fuck the fight
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I¡¯m out buckin right, weaving left, movin fast
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Duckin dogs under cars so cops don¡¯t see my stupid ass
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Jibber this, jabber that, I¡¯m clickin this, clackin that
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Hittin this, dappin that, getting this, stackin that
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I make movies, killa shit, action pack
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Realest shit, gat for gat, thriller shit, gangstas back
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You play if you dare, that any gon flare
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Rockin recline you like a Laz-E boy chair
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Ligaments damaged dead, need to get repaired again
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Good thing my bullets don¡¯t look freak shit in the handle M¡¯s
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Money back guaranteed, if he gon die at the scenes
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Hunnid cash guaranteed if he don¡¯t drop at the scene
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Why? I¡¯m natural born uh
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From the gravel of born get
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I can¡¯t escape these things rattlin on
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I¡¯m a don plus, I know how to calm sluts
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A little got in the snap on, Castro born dutch
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I meant cappuccino and I ain¡¯t talkin Starbucks
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Nor hot coffee, drop off me, I¡¯m hot surely
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(Hook x2)
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Black Wall Street gang me bangin
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See the block they G¡¯d up G¡¯s up
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Dip said we ride or die
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Harlem war, oh my oh my
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(Verse)
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Them niggas gon ride in my back pockets
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Since Dre continental suicide, threw us black masks, black topics
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Said 10 in the cockpit, rearview mirror
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Slammed in the tide in the nothing
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Coke in the barrel, hundred spokes on the wheels nigga I¡¯m stuntin
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White air, one zen, I¡¯m still 100 mails and runnin
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They gunnin for nothing, they missin so I¡¯m still livin
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Dope game too hot and TV can¡¯t come to my kitchen
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I¡¯m still pitchin, Dre don¡¯t know that I¡¯m on the block hustling
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And if I was finished D low, they don¡¯t say nothing
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I¡¯m spraying, you bluffing,
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I¡¯m laughing, you suffering
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The man that the peace ain¡¯t talkin on, take flight ? Teddy Ruffspin
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We do heavy shuffling, leave you in black tuxes
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Then Jordan camera, Harlem and Compton, we like blood cousins
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Them 24¡¯s rubbin, so what? The whores love it
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Eagle on the chest like the birth and then he go fuck it
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Metal and me don¡¯t mix, settling beef and shit
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Black Wall Street, the dip set, I plead the 5th
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(Hook x2)
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Black Wall Street gang me bangin
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See the block they G¡¯d up G¡¯s up
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Dip said we ride or die
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Harlem war, oh my oh my
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(Verse)
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You know some tried to kill me
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I¡¯m still here live it to one high ceiling
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You gone, you got come with the goons
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You could call me One-Eyed Willy
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That¡¯s my system endormants
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I had Jason¡¯s keep calling
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And I was late for some warrants
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How much I lost in the wave to the callin
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I was way gone and my killas is heartless
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So quick to fill up a cartridge
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And my gorillas would get you
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Ain¡¯t give a fuck if you send that dealer the squash shit
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Man handle in portions, and we sell it with love
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We flick up in clubs
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All you see is bandanas, gang bangers and portraits
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Cardiac and the meter¡¯s raw
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Big gats when we leave on tour
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You broke ass, we don¡¯t believe in lore
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The first rappers don¡¯t know we go low
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Okay, got government issues,
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That got us in ghettos, we thuggin the pistols
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Pourin out liquor, the thugs be wit you
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Sending our love on a drug, hope it reach you
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Thugs sleep, it¡¯s not but the eagle
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Beat the block, a grudge like I¡¯m evil
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West side with the text flyin, Compton!
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See the block showin love to my people, Cali
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Chuck Taylors in kakis
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Chuck Taylor, he¡¯s brakki
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We are the ghetto¡¯s most wanted
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Hustling like sellers on track feet
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Fuck about jails or Patakis
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You uppin our sails in a crack beat
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That¡¯s for Omar Braggin
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The revolution had started
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(Hook x2)
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Black Wall Street gang me bangin
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See the block they G¡¯d up G¡¯s up
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Dip said we ride or die
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Harlem war, oh my oh my
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Black Wall Street
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The Game |