Key: Ab major•
Verse 1
Compton to Jersey
What y'all fools know about
perculatin on lo- los?
Mics and six- fo's nigga
Ha ha, no more hand claps,
Here we go - Just Blaze!
Verse 2
they hair braided
Cornrowed by a L.A. bitch
And I can't forget, my niggas ridin the train,
Yankee fitted
Snub nose under that Pelle shit
I love New York,
but gangbangin that's L.A. shit
And I'm proud of it, spit it through
the wire so the crowd love it
Haters you know who you are, you can turn it down,
fuck it {*volume fades*}
let the 40 cal blow in public
More hatred inside my soul than 'Pac
had for Delores Tucker
Every time one of my niggas get shot,
the more I suffer
Cause we trapped inside a world
where you forced to die for your colors
I seen it all through the Range tints
Got niggas doin life in the state pen
So I dread like Jamaicans
If I die for one of my statements
Spread my blood in the pavement
Verse 3
Niggas keep sayin they gon'
heat me up
Talkin that shit like they gon'
lay me down
But when I come through strapped
to see what's up
Niggas really don't want
no parts of me pal
Believe me
Niggas keep sayin they
gon' heat me up
Talkin that shit like they gon'
lay me down
But when I come through strapped
no parts of me pal
Verse 4
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Who I gotta talk to, who I gotta write
Get my Reebok deal done or I'm stayin
in Air Nikes, aight?
I handle bars, you ain't gotta ride a bike
To beat Game in his skills,
here go some trainin wheels
Let's roll, through the City of God,
where niggas trained to kill
We'll chop you up a hundred times
worse than the Haitians will
F'real, nah f'real I need a track homey
ain't no turnin back homey
here for ten years
Spittin like the ghost of Eric
Wright and Big here
Let me paint this picture
while you sit here
Thinkin in the back of your mind,
this is the shit, yeah
I spit for niggas doin 25 on
they fifth year
Ready to throw a nigga off
the fifth tier
Them white boys
in the Abercrombie & Fitch gear
Verse 5
Niggas keep sayin they gon'
heat me up
Talkin that shit like they
gon' lay me down
But when I come through strapped
to see what's up
Niggas really don't want
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no parts of me pal
Believe me
Niggas keep sayin they gon'
heat me up
Talkin that shit like they gon'
lay me down
But when I come through strapped
Niggas really don't want
Verse 6
the boy movin weight
Now three bricks, four bricks,
I'm drivin upstate
Five bricks, six bricks, the nigga got cake
Not rap money,
but money been wrapped since eighty- eight
Look at the world we live in, niggas
steady hate
'til the Heckler and Koch,
leave 'em chopped up like Freddie's face
Niggas catchin feelings
cause I'm about millions
You a close second nigga,
banana to a gorilla
Put us in the same cage,
and I'mma have to peel him
The best of both worlds,
rappin and drug dealin
Run and tell Lateef I came to
burn down the village
The head honcho, starin out
the third story window
Of my Beverly Hills condo
Two long- ass Heats,
I call 'em Shaq and Alonzo
Verse 7
Niggas keep sayin they gon'
heat me up
Talkin that shit like they
gon' lay me down
But when I come through strapped
to see what's up
Niggas really don't want
Niggas keep sayin they gon'
heat me up
Talkin that shit like they gon'
lay me down
But when I come through strapped
Outro 1
parts of me pal
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