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Verse 1
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Yeah, Mr. Criminal homie,
the fuck you think I'm supposed to be?
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Click, click, bang, it's just the J -Thang,
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the streets vang,
what the fuck I represent homie?
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Yeah
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Let these motherfuckers
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know
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Yeah, hittin' levels like where the fuck you from,
and leave his lower body numb
Hit him with a thump off the .57,
see hidden bullets buzzing, huh?
Father forgive him,
they leaving incisions all in children
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No high school for middle school,
it's straight to prison
He had to learn the hard way,
so now he's dripping
because I almost died
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At an early age, before I turned the page
in the streets of Bain
Believe me, you don't wanna
be caught slippin'
when I'm drippin'
My homies racin' with mental sickness
and that's the difference
Had only 12,
it's the first time I stuck em'
Broke em' off with number two pencils,
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that's it, fuck em'
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Now you know the homies give a fuck,
runnin' the streets and
for the little homies runnin' the mud
And fuck those motherfuckers
run up in the crowd and bust
We put in work and the night
through these ghetto days
Feelin' like I'm stuck in a ghetto maze
No longer my reality
but can't forget those days
What was that white powder
and they on my ass?
Camino de criminales,
all up in my bloodline
Way before the United States,
before the sunshine
Before the motherfuckin' chases
by the one time
Twelve or thirteen years old,
what the fuck they do in bus nines?
these little homies stay down
You see that two -story pad,
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run up all in it
If there was money, I would go get it
Spanky was my crimey,
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said he down for life and meant it
Just got out from 16 years in the bed
His baby mama shied out,
God bless his kid
The homie Weasel, rest in peace,
behind the store for shit he did
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The street life brings too much karma
Too much drama
like some motherfuckin' baby mamas
I had to stop him
That ain't my homie,
that's just a crash dump
Levels all lookin' bummy
while I stack this cash money
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And you can run and fuckin' tell him that
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Still with this L .A. Kings on my fuckin' hat
So what the fuck you think I'm
supposed to be?
The king of this gangsta rap shit,
don't get close to me
Make you motherfuckers exit the zip
Big West, S .L.
Little homies on mission
Send the trash out,
it's the time to wash all the dishes
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And fuck these levers
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I'll
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see the
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Thank you
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ChordsEm Am D
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