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You know that bitch baby he's talking 
Shit about our clique but he don't Crazy 
You see the writing on my dick 
You know that trick,Tracy 
Yeah, she's making me sick 
Living that life 
We used to do the same shit 
Shit gets drastic some kids need help some need there ass kicked 
And some would never learn 
To earn there own way living of their daddy had he not been rich 
They'd be broker than a joke and forced to switch 
You gotta change your tune or change your pitch 
Because life ain't easy man 
Life's a bitch 
Shit is harder than hard about as hard can get 
Keep on going were you're 
Headed you's alive to regret it 
Yes it hurts 
To face the truth 
And realize that the worlds got your neck in a noose 
If things ain't like they ought to be 
You 've got to think fast 
The aftermath 
Of your actions whiplash. 
 
I know you all tired of these wannabe thugs
Claiming the real be running, grabbing the steel 
Thinking they're going to peel 
My niggas cap 
Roaming the streets with black hats 
Chrome straps 
Sipping on brew 
Ready to react 
Of any nigga they see that nigga could be me 
CapitalI.C.E. 
Got a muther fucking .357 to put eleven holes in their chest 
Thinking they could test 
A real rider from the west 
 
I roll flossin' me and my girlfriend nina ross
Andthe ghettos' been good to me 
But you've got to take precautions 
Brothers get got whatthey least 
Expect it or neglect it 
You'll never catch the dirty in the streets without protection 
Nowadaysyou got to pull shit 
Haters on some bullshit 
Jumpin' out of cadillacs and low lows with a full clip 
If your tool spits 
Shake the spot or get your duck on 
Cause if you press your luck on 
Stupid is what you're stuck on.
 
That girl Shelia got a daugter 
She be clubbing every night 
Shelia had her daughter young (?) that just ain't right 
Plus she rides the white horse 
She used to ride my pony If I hit it now, I'd break it 
'Cause Sheila's just too bony.
 
Smoking speed released the lions 
I'm not lying I'm not sober 
I'm still trying hiding the truth 
With substitutes a hundred proof 
A fuck up. Face it 
One of L.A.'s wasted youth 
Label me as an enemy of the lost star 
My family's not too happy with the trouble that I've caused 
See we be breaking the law 
Smoking on non-menthols thinking fast so I'm ready for any all out brawls And ya.
Brothers get your hustle on 
Ballers and get your shit tight 
House parties get shot up 
And turned up before midnight 
Drive-bys and fistfights 
Zig zag and crack pipes 
There's a fifty fifty chance 
That tonight will be your last night.

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