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Turn it up
[huddy combs]
yo, when i roll you know the cats be out
so you cowards got no choice but to rat me out
i call in from the pen to try to see what that be &#39;bout
cuz i catch a fool slip and yo, his ass is out
[blinky blink]
hud, stay on the low, pop two cops
thug, against all odds, like tupac
i&#39;m caked up, dog-tired from jacob
platinum, reach for it then wake up
[huddy]
for top dollar yo, i squeeze my trigger
and lord knows, i&#39;ll lead this nigga
cuz i&#39;m down for whatever
matter of fact, i&#39;m down for the cheddar
try to clown and get yo&#39; ass layed down forever
[blink]
niggas hate to see a g come up
young niggas that run up get gun up
that&#39;s the real, seen the nigga pass the steel
even wink and yo&#39; ass get killed, all out
[meeno]
1 - this is for the know-knotters
six-fo&#39; riders, all them ones are lowriders
all weed smokers, olde e sippers
all dead homies, and nigga&#39;s
throw it up
this is for the know-knotters
six-fo&#39; riders, all them ones are lowriders
whether blued out or flamed out
mask on, ridin&#39; with them big things out
yay a yayyy
[meeno]
light up the izzy-izzy ba-ba, ask yourself, why try?
touch the untouchable brotha that&#39;s in front of you
harlem usa be the place that i come from
twenty-ninth and lenox be that place i get the guns from
vacant lots be the route that we used to run from
thirty-second precinct until jackie caught the dum-dum
it&#39;s hot now, cops now, all out gotta eat
close food shop down, send them across the street
my force overheat cuz the cause is cheap
reminiscin&#39; all my homies that i lost on the streets
dos bruce, lb and even stevie d
pour some liquor out and throw it up for a g
nrb, be the click they claim to be
so if worse come to worse, do the same for me
Repeat 1
[loon]
now, we drink colt &#39;45, tote 45&#39;s
smoke &#39;til we high, loc til&#39; we die
got locked up in crenshaw
somebody said, &#39;foo, what you in for?&#39;
jail mental&#39;, named wendel
did 15, and got about 10 more
oh, he was silent than braille
in &#39;83 was the first with hydraulics
caught his first bid dealin&#39; with narcotics
and had daytons and always kept &#39;em polished
you taught me about khakis and converse
and if a foo&#39; try to move then you ball first, feel me?
but now i&#39;m stackin&#39; my grip
back in the trick, come out a day early is a slap on the wrist
but one time never sleep on it
i went from harlem to la fool, so speak on it
Repeat 1 until fade

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