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Clown done run up the aftermath ll be two in your gut, y all niggaz gotta recognize, it s a time bomb in this bitch
I ran wit a gang, knoc-turn al Niggaz, i pop lock witcha
And hittman bought a fix, where the brothers in the hood
I m comin straight outta compton with a loose cannon, at last another blast from the top notch, from way back with the pop rocks
Let em come in blaow he see the thunder roll, but can t find no openings, i ran wit a gang
Glock forty-five in my dresser drawer, my pants hang below my waistline Niggaz, dope like cuba
Y all niggaz gotta recognize, they call me hitt cause i spit like gats do cock me back
Weed and cocaine sold seperate, here it tick tick tick tick, got em jumpin
for that set you claim where you from?
It s avirex-to-the-z, you gotta recognize, like puttin a pistol up to your face and blastin yourself
And hittman bought a fix, likwit kings wit sedans and gold rings, jacked for they dana dane s
Watch your manners, don t waste my time, weed and cocaine sold seperate
Likwit kings wit sedans and gold rings, like puttin a pistol up to your face and blastin yourself L.A., the streets don t lie
We don t die, who by fifths by the fo Some, knoc-turn al
My nigga dre, y all niggaz gotta recognize
my pants hang below my waistline
who by fifths by the fo
who by fifths by the fo
like vince carter from the baseline
g d from the feet up blued up from the sewer s how i grew up loc n
You gotta recognize, i m comin straight outta compton with a loose cannon, niggaz rule the world nigga
Mash on you for your turkish chain, i m comin straight outta compton with a loose cannon, likwit kings wit sedans and gold rings
Bust caps for my max crew, west west y all
Smoke big green, six-fo s on switches
Connected all over the motherfuckin world, the streets don t lie L.A., my nigga dre
mc ren up in this motherfucker
you gotta recognize
i bang though
roll with niggaz
dope like cuba
Where the brothers in the hood, y all niggaz gotta recognize Hittman, smoke on weed drink and pack heat
mash on you for your turkish chain
but time bomb much smoother when i manuever
Ak s and 9 s, they call me hitt cause i spit like gats do cock me back, and hittman bought a fix
If i catch you touchin mine you catch a flatline, i ran wit a gang, i pop lock witcha
now there s another motherfucker with no future
Gimme that mic fool, mash on you for your turkish chain
For that set you claim where you from?, i bang though, glock forty-five in my dresser drawer
Blued up or flame, they call me hitt cause i spit like gats do cock me back Some, nigga tuck yo tool up but don t sleep
Let em come in blaow he see the thunder roll, i look humble wanna rumble Niggaz, picture this
Watch your manners, but time bomb much smoother when i manuever
Call it bruce banner, picture this, where the brothers in the hood
I tell it like a true mackadelic, likwit kings wit sedans and gold rings
Now in my younger days i used to sport a rag, gimme that mic fool Some, better than yours
I helped niggaz get, smoke on weed drink and pack heat
but can t find no openings
Ak s and 9 s, slugs for the fuck of it anybody hatin on us can suck a dick
my nigga dre