| Ga—Gangbanging, that Crip shit
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| Niggas said «cuz» in the first grade
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| In the shade where the cops can’t see us (Can't see us)
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| Eighteen, tryna dodge the cage
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| It was cool 'til that gang sweep (Sweep)
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| Now I’m in back of a van and my wrists got a band (Got a band)
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| Got a number for a name (For a name)
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| No name on the visit, no call get accepted
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| Now I’m forced to a man (To a man)
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| Murder raps, where you from?
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| Put the nigga on his pockets
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| Watch the COs, they be watching (Watching)
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| Counting noodles for the hustle (Yeah)
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| County spread for the muscle
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| Couple marks on my knuckles (Yeah, yeah)
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| Puttin' niggas on bunk status (Yeah)
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| Shoulda been with the bitch-ass
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| Now he on a mattress that we bench-press
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| PC, get the Froot Loops (Ooh)
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| Keep tellin' on niggas
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| Why I fuck with that nigga? |
| (Nah, ayy, nah, ayy, yeah)
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| Nigga made bail but I’m still at rage
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| Should I thank God for the hell I raised?
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| 'Cause the nigga that snitch is gonna feel that grave, like
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| Ain’t nothin' to a Loc, huh? |
| (Huh)
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| Went missin' to his folks, I ain’t in, I ain’t know, huh? |
| (Huh)
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| They ain’t show up to the court, huh? |
| (Huh)
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| But then charges gotta go, huh? |
| (Huh)
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| A young nigga back on Figg (Ugh)
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| H-Crown on wig, shoestrings say where I’m from
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| On probation and got my gun
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| Other side goin' for that thumb (Blop-blop!)
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| Motherfucker, I’m gangbanging (Ouu, ugh, Gotti)
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| Nigga I’m blue’d up (Crip), blue Chucks
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| Blue tee, nigga, I keep it G (I keep it G)
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| Nigga, in the streets is where I be
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| I’m up like breakfast while niggas sleep (I got that…)
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| Me and Floyd posted on Figg (Posted)
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| Getting it in and moving it up
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| Getting it in and moving it out
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| I’m holding the heat, he watching the block
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| I’m watching for cops, I’m holding these rocks (Holding)
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| Fiends keep coming, this shit don’t stop (Don't stop)
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| When it’s war time, niggas get popped (Pop)
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| We might die for this shit, off top
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| My nigga gon' ride for this Crip, no lie (Nigga)
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| But I ain’t dead, yeah, nigga, thank God (Thank God)
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| Money got niggas lookin' at me all odd (What you—)
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| Broke-ass niggas better go get a job
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| Run up on me wrong, bitch nigga, get popped (Get popped)
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| I’m gon' ride for this shit, on Crip
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| A nigga gon' die for this shit, they trip
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| Four-fif extendo, with fifty in the clip
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| TF by my side, he stupid with this shit
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| Q in the ride gripping on the fifth
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| Run up on me wrong (Nigga, err—)
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| My nigga, my nigga, I’m gangbanging
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| Ugh, might go down for this check, nigga
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| Ugh, I might die for this set, nigga (Ayy)
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| I ain’t trippin nigga, I ain’t slipping
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| Niggas lying saying I ain’t Cripping
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| Back to back, me and Tiny smack
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| I said back to back, straight cups of 'gnac
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| Niggas ask, «What he signed for?»
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| I got an eightball, I got a Rondo
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| I got an AK—when that bitch spray
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| It’s like pullin' strings on a lawnmower
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| Last time I seen jail, nigga
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| I was cell living, getting mail in it
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| I ain’t even talking mail, nigga
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| PayPals for the cell, nigga (Ha)
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| Hit the streets and cause hell, huh?
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| School of hard knocks, fuck Yale, huh?
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| See me and Traffic like a orca, nigga
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| And the black-and-whites, love whale watch (Ugh)
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| Front-line like mailboxes (What?)
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| 5−12, that’s the numbers on it (What?)
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| May first, May deuce, May twelfth, members only (Agh)
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| .45, no numbers on it (Ugh)
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| Scratched down, I’m strapped down (Brr)
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| Might go down for this shit (What?)
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| If I don’t then I’m racked down (Racks)
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| Rank up there with Shaq crown
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| I got a Benji button like Brad Pitt (Brad Pitt)
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| I press that, I’m getting rich
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| I might go down for this shit (This shit)
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| We might die for this shit, nigga
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| Ugh (Ugh), might go down for this shit, nigga
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| Ga—Gangbanging, that Crip shit
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| We might die for this shit, nigga
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| Ugh (Ugh), might go down for this shit, nigga
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| Ga—Gangbanging, that Crip shit
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| We might die for this shit, nigga
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| Ugh (Ugh), might go down for this shit, nigga
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| Ga—Gangbanging, that Crip shit
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| We might die for this shit, nigga |