[Verse 1To all my niggas on the porch getting their hair braidedCorn rolled by a L.A. bitchAnd I can t forgetMy niggas riding the train Yankee fittedThermals under that Pelle shitI love New York but gangbanging that s L.A. shitAnd I m proud of itSpit it through the wire so the crowd love itHaters you know who you are you can turn it down fuck itI can shoot a video to it and spend half the budgetI m gangstalet the .40 cal blow in publicMore hatred inside my soul than Pac had for Delores TuckerEvery time one of my niggas get shot the more I sufferCause we trapped inside a world where your forced to die for your colorsI seen it all through the Range tintsGot niggas doing life in the state penSo I dread like JamaicansIf I die for one of my statementsThan break up the streets of Compton and spill my blood in the pavement[HookBelieve me niggas keep sayin they gon heat me upTalking that shit like they goin lay me downAnd then I come through strapped to see what s upNiggas really don t want no parts of me palNiggas keep sayin they gon heat me upTalking that shit like they goin lay me downAnd then I come through strapped to see what s upNiggas really don t know parts of me pal[Verse 2Who I gotta talk to who I gotta writeI want my unsigned hypeLike Kanye want his five micsAiightI handle bars you ain t gotta ride a bikeTo peep game and his skill here go some training wheelsLet s rollThrough the city of godWhere LA niggas train to killChop you up hundred times worse than the Haitians willFor real naw Pharrell I need a track homieDre we to close aint no turning back homieDeal with it I m a be here for ten yearsSpittin like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big yeahLet me paint this pictureWhile you sit here thinking in the back of your mind this is the shit yeahI spit for you niggas doing 25 on they 5th year ready to throw a nigga off the 5th tierThem white boys in the Abercrombie and Fitch gearAnd every nigga who ever helped me get here[HookBelieve me niggas keep sayin they gon heat me upTalking that shit like they gon lay me downAnd when I come through strapped to see what s upNiggas really don t want no parts of me palNiggas keep sayin they gon heat me upTalking that shit like they gon lay me downAnd when I come through strapped to see what s upNiggas really don t know parts of me pal[Verse 3One bricktwo brickThe boy moving weightNow three bricksfour bricksI m driving upstateFive Brickssix bricksThe nigga got cakeNot rap moneybut money been rap since 88Look at the world we live inNiggas steady hateto the heckler at KochLeave him chopped up like freddy s faceNiggas catching feelingsCause I m about millionsAnd outta all the newcomers outmy flow s the illestYou a close second niggaA banana to a guerillaPut us in the same cage and I ma have to peel emThe best of both worldsRapping and drug dealingRun and tell the chief I came to burn down the villageThe head honchostaring out the third story windowOf my Beverly Hills condoWith two long ass heatsI call em Shaq and AlonzoYou niggas want me outta L.A.Yeah I know[HookBelieve me niggas keep sayin they gon heat me upTalking that shit like they gon lay me downAnd when I come through strapped to see what s upNiggas really don t want no parts of me palNiggas keep sayin they gon heat me upTalking that shit like they gon lay me downAnd when I come through strapped to see what s upNiggas really don t know parts of me pal

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