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Ha, ha, ha, whatcha laughin at? 

Megaman up first
21 seconds oh shit
I ain't got no time to smoke this
Hold this, yo g
Go by in a blacked out
Ha, ha, ha, whatcha laughin at? 

Megaman up first
21 seconds oh shit
I ain't got no time to smoke this
Hold this, yo g
Go by in a blacked out
Ha, ha, ha, whatcha laughin at? 

Megaman up first
21 seconds oh shit
I ain't got no time to smoke this
Hold this, yo g
Go by in a blacked out
When I'm on a roll
Hype it up
Oh, oh no

Turn up the bassline
I got 21 seconds to chat this rhyme in time
First of all I'm gonna big up da ladies
in the night I creep

Searching for the one, 21, she will run from the gleam of my blade, she has strayed
She will pay with the only life that she
Megaman up first
21 seconds oh shit
I ain't got no time to smoke this
Hold this, yo g
Go by in a blacked out TT
Megaman can bring two gats easy
That's what I see on 21 Street, where we meet in the big SC
South Central is loco represento
The crazy ass Eastside is in your fucking mental
Lento, but
Some cats grow by the laws of the wild
Some learn slower and lag in the mud
Some stand up in defense of a style
Some let the big dogs eat them up
Ha, ha, ha, whatcha laughin at? 

Megaman up first
21 seconds oh shit
I ain't got no time to smoke this
Hold this, yo g
Go by in a blacked out
to dark
They say that I changed, it's the cash fault
Pay everybody like a cash card
I switch through the lanes like a Nascar
The Rollie stainless,
How does it feel now? You've been undressed
By a man with a mind like a gutter press
So disappointed to find it's no big sin
Lying skin to skin
votes are then tallied
Beneath the breathy crackle of a freshly turned off cop car
By alert middle class worms hid in the heads of ford model mailmen
How does it feel now you've been undressed
By a man with a mind like the gutter press
So disappointed to find it's no big sin
Lying skin to skin
Stack of bills on her kitchen table
Out go the lights and off goes the cable
If she don't pay 'em by the 15th
And it don't look like she's gonna
Tonight it's going off in Newport town 

[Chorus] 
I got 21 ounces of blow 
I got 21 ounces of blow 
So if you want some let me know, cos I really
but death
tons o' guns are in the streets nowadays
it's big money and you know crime pays
check your nearest overpopulated ghetto
they greet you
Seven-four-four-tre back to back 
I sent two fools back to their lizzack 

See now I'm off to the graveyard shift 
And I gots ta pay my dues to make my grip 
But I
shit I ever spoke, 21 gun salute

Hey yo I've been one of the most humble, rep the streets to the core
Hey Jeffrey, What the fuck you come involvin me
and don't believe it be a pagan
I'll send your wife dead photos of you taken by Sagan, bitch

This that we shit hot shit, piss off custodians
Get rich
Yea, ok-ok, yea

[Chorus:Repeat x2]
Just when you thought it was ova
The Mobb came back to put the game in a +Cobra+

Now, you can catch me by
Big and 'Pac too
If they didn't they know who did, they got to!
Who they serve and protect, nigga not you
Cops shot off of ten G's but they got Glocks
gun, fuck bein' 21
Somebody better tell 'em
And put him up on {?} somebody fuck around and kill him
You see cause snitches get stitches
And there
back to back
I sent two fools back to their lizzack

(Kurupt)

See now I'm off to the graveyard shift
And I gots ta pay my dues to make my grip
But I
young
And you always jump the gun
There's real people in the big, big trucks
That you flip off when they get in your way
They're so high that you pay
copped his rims and 'Big O' tires in the hood
Surrounded by police, wearin wires in the hood
Heard they ran him outta New York, and he's comin to Cali
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