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includes Biggie and Pac, whore
And I got an evil twin, so who do you think that's 3rd and that 4th spot's for?
And as crazy as I am I'm much tamer than him
Break me off proper, gun in that doctor
Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper
Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down South hustla, West Coast ruler
3rd
incarcerated, institutionalized 
That 3rd strike will have a gang of them rollers dyin
Ain't no love where I'm goin, no love where I'm comin from
Remember me,
but the best herb

With a grandaddy size cup of codeine
Straight eight over ice, nigga, yes, sir
I'm leaning like I need a V8, representin' for the 3rd
includes Biggie and Pac, whore
And I got an evil twin, so who do you think that's 3rd and that 4th spot's for?
And as crazy as I am I'm much tamer than him
incarcerated, institutionalized 
That 3rd strike will have a gang of them rollers dyin
Ain't no love where I'm goin, no love where I'm comin from
Remember me,
Break me off proper, gun in that doctor
Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper
Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down South hustla, West Coast ruler
3rd
but the best herb

With a grandaddy size cup of codeine
Straight eight over ice, nigga, yes, sir
I'm leaning like I need a V8, representin' for the 3rd
a MD 
And y'all motherfuckers giving me the third degree 
Look at the waiting room 
Its filled to the rim like the county jail day room 
Nobody
Come on all my ladies in the place today
Come on, ok ok ok ok, Come on all my sexy ladies sing along with me (come on)

Don't make me call the police
Come on all my ladies in the place today
Come on, ok ok ok ok, Come on all my sexy ladies sing along with me (come on)

Don't make me call the police
come on all my ladies in the place today
Come on, ok ok ok ok, come on all my sexy ladies sing along with me

Don't make me call the police
It's
get closer to the death of me
I'm just tryna carry out my own legacy
But that place I call home (It ain't lettin' me)

You can't get by if you don't
lesson no second guessing
This time I'm dropping' dimes they scared to call a mother fucker out
By stupid acts or complicated rhymes
Think before you speak
you cross your enemies out with a "k"
Then you gang related to muthafucka like Violent J

I'm always asked if I'm gang related
By police
to crack rock
So motherfuck you bitches and you snitches tryin to do me in
Police in disguises and he tries to buy Peruvians
Knockin at my fuckin door,
Ya'll know me, the still same OG, young T-Y-G
Hated on by most these niggas
But I still keep shittin' on niggas lowkey
I don't fuck with you
[Anybody killa]
I'm always asked if I'm gang related
By police and the public and I'm startin' to hate it
If I wasn't already that would sure make me
Come on all my ladies in the place today
Come on, ok ok ok ok, Come on all my sexy ladies sing along with me (come on)

Don't make me call the police
Yeah, what up, I go by the name of Divine, I got my boy Akon in the back
But before I bring him out, I want all the ladies
Come on, ok, ok, ok, ok,
you cross your enemies out with a "k"
Then you gang related to muthafucka like Violent J

I'm always asked if I'm gang related
By police