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It's young jizzle from the bottom of the map
got a 50 round clip on the bottom of the strap
(ay) [5x]
I do it for the trappers with tha-tha-tha
Enslaved by dogma, talk about my birthrights
Yet at every turn I'm runnin' into hell's gates
So I grip tha cannon like Fanon an pass tha shells to my
smokin' on some 5-5
Girls in tha wind, every time I ride by
Pull in wit tha gigiglo, pull up at tha liquor sto
White Beige goods, Lexus, sweet potato pie
bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Niggaz pimpin' through tha streetz, smokin' on some 5-5
Girls in tha wind, every time I ride by
Pull in wit tha
Enslaved by dogma, talk about my birthrights
Yet at every turn I'm runnin' into hell's gates
So I grip tha cannon like Fanon an pass tha shells to my
Beach, bacc together again
(haha)

Verse 1: (Daz Dillinger)
You know itz?.
MURDA, MURDA, bring a drama fo ya momma, 
Got them 2-2-3'z in tha bacc in you're
tobacco roll 
we bout it we got it sold
from the dec to tha ville 
we swangin like sugar hill
them rappers ain't for real
you frontin now what tha deal
Aiyyo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to sing ta me
He had me feelin' like black was tha thing to be
And suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so tough
Aiyyo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to sing ta me
He had me feelin' like black was tha thing to be
And suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so tough
While tryin' ta make it last
I drink a 5th for that ass
When you pass
Cause life goes on

How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz
Rest in peace young
receive, if you got tha green
By any necessary means, sellin mission,
But if you think you see me wanna try
Hoppin' off in ya ride, tha night if tha bird,
whateva you want, then you gonna receive, if you got tha green
By any necessary means, sellin mission,
But if you think you see me wanna try
Hoppin' off
Tha next one of you niggas that come at me sideways
We'll be entertained wit 4 or 5 K's
Probably might get killed in 4 or 5 ways 
Probably won't be
things'll get brighter

Aiyyo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to sing to me
He had me feelin' like black was tha thing to be
And suddenly tha ghetto didn't
wit my crooks while I'm bouncin on d's
I got tha trees, if need, you playaz smokin or what?
O.k. pull up at tha station, I got tha cake in tha trunk
Aiyyo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to sing ta me
He had me feelin' like black was tha thing to be
And suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so tough
school Cutlass Supreme
Thirty-five cents to my name and that's fo' a blunt man
The way thangs goin' today I might as well be dead, so dread
The voices
Yeah, it's the return of three drunk mothafuckas
Huh, yeah, it's Tha Liks
We gots Stan the guitar man in the house
Mothaclucka, uh, uh

I'm sick
gettin' high with my four-five
Cocked on these suckas
Time ta die
Even as a youngster
Causin' ruckis on tha back of the bus
I was a fool all through
you ope, zeros
By my lyrical Billy Dee forty-five colt

And I'm out for nine nickel 
INS tha rebel
West, list this, this, this
muthphukkaz on tha streetz 
it's the nigga M.C. Ren and the Nigga Eazy 
[Eazy-E] 
Does it ya wish the fuck that you could do it 
got a Nine Millameter don't
loc see smoke
Feelin' tha strokes of tha nine squeeze tight and slow

I heard it's the bomb and you got it going on
Give me some of your Thug
Commin to tha Bay, round my way I'm a vet bitch
Launchin lightning by tha pound
Call me mister coke and crown
In the town I'm found we got tha sound
He had me feelin' like black was tha thing to be
And suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so tough
And though we had it rough, we always had enough
I huffed
ya got bout four, five hoes
'Bout six, seven pounds of tha dro, Faybo unleashed a roll at tha do'
Tha game old, speakin' of tha game, no smoke
I always