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You Know that bitch baby hes talking shit about our clique but he dont Crazy
You see the writing on my dick
You know that trick, Tracy
yeah, shes making me sick
living that life
we used to do the same shit
shit gets drastic some kids need help some need there ass kicked
and some would never learn to earn there own way living of their daddy had he not been rich
theyd be broker than a joke and forced to switch
you gotta change your tune or change your pitch
because life aint easy man
lifes a bitch
shit is harder than hard about as hard can get
keep on going were youre headed yous alive to regret it
yes it hurts
to face the truth and realize that the worlds got your neck in a noose if things aint like they ought to be
you ve got to think fast
the aftermath
of your actions whiplash.

I know you all tired of these wannabe thugs claiming the real be running, grabbing the steel
thinking theyre going to peel
my niggas cap
roaming the streets with black hats
chrome straps
sipping on brew
ready to react
of any nigga they see that nigga could be my
capital I.C.E.
got a muther fucking .357 to put eleven holes in their chest
thinking they could test
a real riderfrom the west

I roll flossin me and my girlfriend nina ross and the ghettos been good to me
but youve got to take precautions
Brothers get got what they least

expect it or neglect it
Youll never catch the dirty in the streets without protection
Nowadays you got to pull shit
Haters on some bullshit
jumpin out of cadillacs and low lows with a full clip
If your tool spits
Shake the spot or get your duck on
Cause if you press your luck on
Stupid is what youre stuck on.

That girl shelia got a daugter
She be clubbing every night
Shelia had her daughter young still that just aint right
Plus she rides the white horse
She used to ride my pony If I hit it now, Id break it
Cause Sheilas just too bony.

Smoking speed released the lions
Im not lying Im not sober
Im still tryingh Hiding the truth
With substitutes a hundred proof
A fuck up. face it
One of L.A.s wasted youth
Label me as an enemy of the lost star
My familys not too happy with the trouble that Ive caused
See we be breaking the law
Somking on non-menthols thinking fast so Im ready for any all out brawls
And ya. Brothers get your hustle on
Ballers and get your shit tight
House parties get shot up
And turned up before midnight
Drive-bys and fistfights
Zig zag and crack pipes
Theres a fifty fifty chance
That tonight will be your last night.