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[E-40]Uhh, dry as the fuck, and I`m (?) one left with yo-yoSeven houses down, black street, dark (?) folk don`t matter tho`I don`t know who to trust, what to look fo`How many niggaz wanna kill me?I`m havin a, hard time tryin to determine if that`s the homey, or the enemyOl` shady-ass, no build for thatJust lookin like he plottin on somethin-ass niggaBut I wanted to mack like he fin` to do somethinand I`ll get to be dumpin on yo` ass niggaOne of the main rules, of the game, without a doubtNigga don`t you ever pull a gun and don`t use itNigga that`s a good way to get your brains blow outMotherfucker like me get to flashin then I lose itLeave that ol` shit up to me and watch me prove itNigga, you betta be real about this shitIf you in it you in it don`t be no punkNigga this ain`t no baseball game, niggaz don`t FORFEIT NO DAMN FUNK[T-Pup]Two brothers goin sack for sackin the back of the `llac, takin a whiffleStrippin the fuck up out of some willowPoppin ecstasy like SkittlesIt`ll get you in the long run, sniffin them long onesWay girl burst ya dick and now it got ya on oneCame up shorted, circumstances nigga quote itWhat goes around comes around tryin to steal this (?) Brady hostessKeep your focus, and never the love of the hocus pocusSet up hoes lovin to get jackers to come and smoke usDie-hard soldier, T-Pup-alicious, cops get viciousNo mercy on haters or no bitchesGot in my clitches waitin for a nigga to take some chancesso we can deal with these hardco` Sic-Wid-It-ass circumstancesChorus: various singers togetherTakin all these CHANCESYou might never ever ever get them CIRCUMSTANCESPenitentiary CHANCESYou might never ever ever get them CIRCUMSTANCESChorus Two: Cold 187um, Kokane + more (repeat 2X)I said the world is full of crack babiesI remember when the world went crazyTil I copped a sack, and put it down like thatand rolled out like it didn`t even fade me[Yukmouth]Nigga - slang suga delight enough to get my hustle rightIt`s double like, a flip new Benzo with the bubble lightsScuffle fights with rats and roaches, I was the brokestmotherfucker, now I`m the closest nigga to ballin ferociousmotherfucker, dust a nigga off like wax off, cracks off a hard(Fo` sheezy) Pimpin ain`t easy and motherfucker only if you breezyEasy does it, I does it do it off the fluidCome with the newest shit I come through withBitch don`t you hear the music?(Don`t you hear the music? Too sexy for my shirt)Too sexy for my shirt so bad hurtniggaz on the turf wanna put my ass up in the dirt, cause I skirta Lex-o and slurp a genie bottle full of X-Oor maybe cause I`m with 40-Water and a jug of ethelYou can`t love it, don`t leave the ghettoMe and I`m heated like two jugs of methyl[Numskull]Damn, (??)cydal shit when vital shit starts to happenEager to be the nigga just for cappinStrappin up ain`t no thang, it`s survivalIt`s makin sure you all good when it comes to enemies and rivalsIt`s +Higher Learning+, but it`s +True Lies+when it comes to the +Superfly+Speedy Gonzalez destroyes from the EastsideIs it ridicule or stardom? Did we hurt yo` feelings, pardonI`m makin niggaz fall like cops on +Rage in Harlem+(Beotch!) I`m on some moonshine shitBit the cork off the CristalI`m drunk so let me chill for a whileChorusChorus Two[Celly Cel]Aww yeah yeah now niggaz knowWell ain`t no sense in me fuckin aroundMy stompin ground be the H-I-double-L-S-I-D-E boundto touch you with them tecs and make them marks, bounce like checksSlide a faulty bitch up under these niggazand killin `em off with sexAin`t no tellin what angle I`m comin with these circumstancesPenitentiary chances, nina ruff fluffin tap dancerson your hood for breedin snitch bitch-made niggazDon`t fade triggers so they quick get sprayed niggazI fuck with wig-splitters, Colombian neck-tie throat slitters(??) take a long time business to get paidto get rid of you cheaterChatter police-ass niggaz takin chances (takin chances)Man you can`t fuck with these circumstances[E-40]And all you O.G. motherfuckers better stop tryin to mark them yungstacause sooner or later, they gon` dump, like some garbage dustersTryin to throw yo` weight around, like you gon`, uhh, take over a spotNigga don`t you know these youngsters nowadaysbe off that water and hot?ChorusChorus Two

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