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Real G Shit.
'm Strapped Wit A Black Snub Tre-eight/packed With A Hundred And Twenty-five Plus Grains/ That Extra Load Wit A Hollow Swallow Your Last Breath When It Touch Brains/these Bloodstains Of Enemies Are The Sins Of Me Livin' That Yoc Life/ But Until I Die Its A Lie Thats Why Fifty Got My Gang In The Spotlight/ Breakin' 'em Off In Different Fashions/maybe I'll Shank 'em/ Maybe I'll Blast 'em/ The Punk Ass Five-o, Rats And Rivals Kindle My Homicidal Passion/
I'm Mashin'/ For That Everlastin' Twentieth Street I'm Ridin'
Confidin'/ In Myself/ Lil' Bird And L's/ Everybody Else Testifyin'/ Soon Dyin'/ Tryin' To Keep My Freedom/ If I Don't Beat The Pigs/ I'll Live In A Cell/ No Bail/ Doin' 25 Wit An "l"/ I'd Rather Get Murdered And Go To Hell..../ I Bail Thru The Cuts Of The Yoc In A Lark On Rally's/ Backstreet Alleys Allow Me/ To Shake The Spot And Pursue My Plots Of Gangbangin' In Northern Cali/ Co. Co. County's Hella Shady/somebody's Catchin' 3 Strikes Daily/ I Gotta Maintain/ Let My Nuts Hang/ Use My Brain And Make This Lifestyle Pay Me/ Fade Me?/ I Don't Think So/ Wipe Your Memory With A Single/..shot From A Tre-five-sev/ Vibration Make My Fingers Tingle/...i Speak/that Yoc-town Lingo And Mingle With Northerners/ Who've Blown Up The Spot/got The Yoc Hot/kickin' Up Enourmous Dust/
Discuss Nothin' Straight Bustin' Upon Your Click Thought I Wasn't/ As Pistol Chambers Rearranges Guts This Shit Gets Disgustin'/ With All These Homiez Switchin' Up I'm Not Quite Sure Who To Trust/ So I Just Follow My Gut/ And Let It Be Known/ For The Norte Side I Bust.
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