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useless little lever in my hand
And outside
My city is bracing
For the next killing thing
Standing by the bridge
And praying for the next Doctor Martin
to rest
The bullet is sent by the king
Once again I'll tell you my friend
Don't trust anything you'll see "redrum" overdose
Telling no lies my trigger
salute with your gun
Terror Squad leader, come down

When I was young I blazed the corner with a vengeance
Crack king descendant, 14 years old facin'
a gangsta party 'til we go and dig Pac up
I'm Dr. Martin Luther King with two guns on
Hughey P. Lewis with Air Force One's on
I gang bang but I'm
to the beat
Game, take the wheel and turn on 21st Street
Eastside LBC, gun in my hand
It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand
We just, slip
a elephant
I move cars like spinnin rims
I'm in a class all by myself like the brown Eminem
Not to down Eminem, I fuck black bitches
Fuck white bitches, nigga
Shot gun in your 7-45

Oh baby, you know I got your back
And I need to feel you next to me
We got a baby and you know that
I won't have another man
Island
Brand new with revenue my crew puts it down
I'm the man you never knew, who holds the crown
I'm the KING, psych, that's Run and D
I ruled everything
wanted to be nuttin  but a criminal 
Wit braids  and doo-loo dropped out the eight grade 
Tradin rocks, mad obsessed wit guns, was infected 
Should
taps
Or 21 gun salute, there ain't cahoots
My name ain't Alex Haley but I still got roots
I bang bang bang to the air now ya dead
It was a black
"lights off shit coming at you live and on fire
Kottonmouth kings, and cypress hill"

You know southern california be home of the highest
Between
just hot (Come on)
Young niggas stay fly at all times (Uh)
Hoes 21 and under with gangsta rides (Uh)
Keep our guns by our sides at all times (Uh)
Al-ways have my gun and my G from 2-1 
It's Cerritos but you don't hear me though 'cause you don't really know 
About the you-know, I'm Cerritos, silly ho
Are we honestly programmed to hate one another?
Throw hands, bent arms, release fire on this cold land
New minds confined by old plans
No more
I do its to be done (aah)
Al-ways have my gun and my G from 2-1
It's Cerritos but you don't hear me though 'cause you don't really know
About
represent for Long Island
Brand new with revenue my crew puts it down
I'm the man you never knew, who holds the crown
I'm the KING - psych, that's Run and D
I
I'm loco, I keep a guns caulked in the lo-lo
I'm King Tut of the hood
'cause everytime I drop a record dog
Shit I bring it to the gut of the hood
An I
will... 
I repeat...If ya 
Just blast that mutha fuck 
{gun shots} 
{broken glass} 

Verse 1: 
I'm bout that paper 
I'm on top and it (?) 
You
[Verse 1]
Everybody fin to die, by the hands of the dark angel adjust
Snatching your breath, till it dims up your chest
How much pain, can I