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Yeah, Fort Knox, Aftermath, Compton to JerseyWhat y`all fools know about perculatin on lo-los?Mics and six-fo`s niggaHa ha, no more hand claps, please niggaHere we go - Just Blaze![The Game]To all my niggaz on the porch gettin they hair braidedCornrowed by a L.A. bitchAnd I can`t forget, my niggaz ridin the train, Yankee fittedSnub nose under that Pele shitI love New York, but gangbangin that`s L.A. shitAnd I`m proud of it, spit it through the wire so the crowd love itHaters you know who you are, you can turn it down, fuck it {*volume fades*}{*volume rises*} I can shoot a video to it and spend half the budgetI`m gangster, let the 40 cal blow in publicMore hatred inside my soul than `Pac had for Delores TuckerEvery time one of my niggaz get shot, the more I sufferCause we trapped inside a world where you forced to die for your colorsI seen it all through the Range tintsGot niggaz doin life in the state pen, so I dread like JamaicansIf I die for one of my statementsThen break up the streets of Compton, spread my blood in the pavement[Chorus - repeat 2X](1) Believe me / Niggaz keep sayin they gon` heat me upTalkin that shit like they gon` lay me down(1) But (2) And / when I come through strapped to see what`s upNiggaz really don`t want no parts of me pal[The Game]Who I gotta talk to, who I gotta writeGet my Reebok deal done or I`m stayin in Air Nikes, aight?I handle bars, you ain`t gotta ride a biketo beat Game in his skills, here go some trainin wheelsLet`s roll, through the City of God, where niggaz trained to killWe`ll chop you up a hundred times worse than the Haitians willF`real, nah f`real I eat a track homeyDre we too close, ain`t no turnin back homeyDeal with it, I`ma be here for ten yearsSpittin like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big hereLet me paint this picture while you sit hereThinkin in the back of your mind, this is the shit, yeahI spit for niggaz doin 25 on they fifth yearReady to throw a nigga off the fifth tierThem white boys in the Abercrombie & Fitch gearAnd every nigga who ever helped me to get here[Chorus][The Game]It go one brick, two brick, the boy movin weightNow three bricks, four bricks, I`m drivin upstateFive bricks, six bricks, the nigga got cakeNot rap money, but money been wrapped since eighty-eightLook at the world we live in, niggaz steady hate`til the Heckler and Koch, leave `em chopped up like Freddie`s faceNiggaz catchin feelings cause I`m about millionsAnd out of all the newcomes out, my flow the illestYou a close second nigga, banana to a gorillaPut us in the same cage, and I`ma have to peel himThe best of both worlds, rappin and drug dealinRun and tell Lateef I came to burn down the villageThe head honcho, starin out the third story windowof my Beverly Hills condoTwo long-ass Heats, I call `em Shaq and AlonzoYou niggaz want me out of L.A., geah I know[Chorus]

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