[Verse One]
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My first mission
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Running through the hood with small jacks
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My memories popping in my head recall that
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Late night creeping through the alley with six dudes
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Scraped up everybody focused no mixed views
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The sawed off pump in my hand with two shells
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The other four homies on the scene with cocktails
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One nigga looking for po po
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Someone looking through windows
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The doorbells go followed by the pump and gas bomb
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Adrenaline pumped up
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Still I remain calm
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House lit up
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You can see it for eight blocks
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Running through the hood
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Running from them fake cops
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They gave chase but they couldnt cover the streets up
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We broke out ran into the spot to meet up
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Strapped down cover up the tracks
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And back home
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Lay low earn me a strap
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Perfect
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[Chorus 4X]
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Shoot Em Up Bang Bang
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Another body drop
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You can't stop the hip-hop
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[Verse Two]
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I'll hit your block up
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Better lock up
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Fuck the gangsta shit, it don't stop a
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I'm mad dog with the bomb in the regal
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Going to the mall, and kill all your people
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Coast to coast, and a lil more evil
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The maniac killer
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Car so diesel
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Ride the block with m16
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44 mag
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Fit this here hand grenade
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I'll break it off right quick
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Niggaz be duckin when they see my bucket
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Roll down their block they high they say fuck it
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Jump back and forth
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Like a assassin
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30 yards with the inferred action
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True pistolire
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Black Doc Holiday
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Just a true raider of the modern day
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[Chorus 4X]
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[Verse Three]
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I ran all missions
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When I was a youth so thoughtless
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G ride no fingerprints, its spotless
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6 4 sitting on easy we got this
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Rag top down like a stripper we topless
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See me hit the corner you melt down
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Slugs fly thugf die moment you fell down
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Somebody screaming yo get the hell down
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I'm certified nigga, where you sitting is spell bound
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Your dogs walking, just hearing the hell hounds
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Burn you with the heaters spitting out 12 rounds
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Its life in the hood
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No escaping the gun play
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One day I'm out, gotta figure out some way
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Rats in the park
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Dark scattering thugs spray
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Got you locked in, not one slug was stray
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I found ways out, but it seems to be one way
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Gotta duck my darts back until Sunday
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[Chorus 4X]
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Another Body Drops
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Cypress Hill |