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of that crowd
And showed them who was who, and what was what
Man look at these suckers
I ain't no rapper, I'm a hustler
It just so happens that I know
Swoop G by the fuckin' L-be 's-see
None of these nigga want to fuck with these (aah)
Swoop G, Swoop G, G
Connecting them to each other 'til they started to resemble blank canvases
By this time I was an artist so
I just started to see these pictures, these real
the fields, nigga.
These niggas will kill.
This ain't no cap-gun shots, nigga.
This a glock, pah, pah.
It's death on your block,
Knock, knock.
Whut's up
[Snoop Dogg]
West Coast, it's time to stand up nigga
We goin' unite 'round this motherfucker one time
I'm callin' every real Crip nigga
And every
the motor out a 'Vette, put it in a Chevelle (switch it up)
Do my dirt all by myself 'cause these niggas gon' tell (I swear)
She look like God sent her from
doesn't break
Soon as I link with these niggas
They feelings are written all over they face (what?)
Okay, great, I'm in the backroom of Wally's
I
restless niggas might snatch ya necklace
And next these niggas might jack ya Lexus
Somebody tell these niggas who Kanye West is
I walk through the valley
my niggas make it up out of the streets
Most of these niggas ain't been in the streets
Can't let a bitch take advantage of me
She came in with you
just recorded
Real street nigga, I ain't tryna feel no sorrow (no)
Drive that Maybach like a fuckin' Monte Carlo
I been tryna find some peace
I'm 'bout to take the hint from
Yeah, you know me well, nigga
Yeah, I mean you ain't the only real nigga
They got me on these white women like Seal,
Pop a pill and break her back in
These niggas be actin'
Tell your bitch 'cause you really were lackin'
I ain't stressed out, I'm really relaxin'
ask questions, we wrote the book
This life way better than it look
You ain't gonna get to work on foot
Got these other rap niggas shook
10 years,
beatin Mother Nature
Down to her knees
By makin more papers than trees
Niggas please - it's goin down
It's goin DOWWWN! (Uhh like this y'all)
(It's goin
ain't fuckin' with me (Harlem)
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me (Meek Mill, what up?)
Twenty bad bitches goin' up with
me)
(Better stop playin' with me)
Mmm
Bitter, yeah, mad at me, mad at my nigga
Mad at the fact he ain't witchu
Mad at the fact that it's me
out a sweat, I go head over heels for these mils
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
She thinks she the one but to me she ain't nothing but a thrill
or whatever the case may be they did for their time
We give these motherfuckers the opportunity, we give them jobs
Cause y'all ain't gonna give 'em the jobs,
black
No, I don't cap and do ever, no pitty (whoa)
These niggas opps, they hang with the opps
So I can never chill with 'em, 'cause bird by a flock
I
Yeah! Whattup cuz?
Snoopie D-O doub'! WestCoast king!
What's up Alchemist? (Sup)
I wanna holla real quick man cause see
Alota these niggas got
y'all niggas so surprised that Tekashi told?
Ain't a real street nigga 'less you got a code
Mines one comma, nigga, followed by a lot of O's
In
what ya saying
Bring a couple buddies wit ya, girl we ain't playin
Baby must miss read me, cause she miss lead me
Has some niggas come by later
goin' suck a nigga dick
For a new outfit
And even if the sky come falling
Bitch I'ma still be high
I got faith in my weed man
But lil niggas got yay by
, I'mma die a real nigga
I ain't soft on these ho's, I ain't cross on my folk, feds come and scoop me
My mouth staying close, so I'mma die a real nigga
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