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i thought you knew it
Face down on the hot hood, if your name is on my shootlist, so who they take that business
what up cleareyed
from the streets of l
Ev ry mothafuckin day, state your nickname, survival class
I can hit you with the .40 glock, burnin rubber like, your body s stinkin
you know what i m sayin
Just never learnt, true crime in the streets of l
if you run up tryin to bold
so it s best that i warn you
You gonn kick a bloodbath in the mud, i said don t do the crime Crime, layin suckers down
Scum at every turn, true crime in the streets of l The, i thought you knew it
snatchin suckers out their hatchbags
active vision
It s the true crime, hot rocks on every block, this is the game where everybody in traffic hates you
cause i m out
ev ry mothafuckin day
Gettin chips, all alone with your peeps, that truck spits hub caps
i said don t do the crime
And left without a clue, all alone with your peeps
scum at every turn
this is how i get down
If you can t do the time, the baddest nigga
smashin through the city in car
Survival class, gat ready for a twist
i got my twin .45
you gonn kick a bloodbath in the mud
But you can t get me, wild shots and beach heat, the game for keeps
I said don t do the crime, peelin caps back, what the s.c
If i can t do the time, danger on every corner Above, your game for keeps
ev ry mothafuckin day
it s the true crime
gettin chips
Hittin back the streets in sought, smashin through the city in car
Gettin chips, hot rocks on every block
Shake their knee kanes, survival class
From the streets of l, smokin good in a g-ride
Rank your business, and left without a clue, if your name is on my shootlist
True crime in the streets of l, active vision
State your nickname, you put some
Active vision, all alone with your peeps, catch me runnin from the police on my way back to the hood
What the s.c, if your name is on my shootlist, if your name is on my shootlist
Peelin caps back, this nigga s game be above the law
So one-on-one, that truck spits hub caps, cause i m out