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Want to know how I did this shit, want to know how real my shit is, nigga go read the motherfucking newspaper you trick-ass nigga
Im stuck in jail 
Murderous mind state, cant keep my nine straight
Sipping on this Hennessey, waiting for the time to break
Show up and motherfuckers bow down, recognize
Westside, Death Row, Outlaw riders
Untouchable mob of pistol packers
Well known felons, labeled for drug selling, merciless jackers
Forever buzzed roll with thugs and dons
Commence to letting off rounds, then escape in the fog
Who wanna see me solo? Catch Makaveli while he sleeping
My mini-fourteen murdering niggas while they creeping
Duck or you ass out, drink till you pass out
Aint scared to die, drunk driving in my glasshouse
Niggas is under me, they bitches come to me
They heard the stories nigga, now they want to really see
Bomb first my motto is fully guaranteed
Niggas is player haters, label them my enemies, Im dumpin
Untouchable riders, murdering niggas
Youll never stop me!)
Ha! Scared to die
Youll all get shot!)
The country bud got me chokin
Im on a mission to the point that motherfuckers think Im smokin
Yeah that sick nigga Biggie wit the 8 shot fifth
Wit the extra clip for that extra shit
Dont you know that killing is thrilling
All the blood spilling, is all a part of drug dealing
A born gangster my daddy was a thug
Had a .38 with the hollow point slug
So when he licked shots
Niggas dropped quicker than a bootlegger sells his liquor
A little nigga tried to squeeze .22s in my Reebok shoes
Payin dues, while kids was on their ones and twos for me
Now Im much older, colder, fuck a holster
Got the Mac .11s swingin from my shoulder
Its a damn shame I got to put my momma through the strain
Im livin in a house of pain
My niggas crooked though it seems
My every single thought is caught up in collecting cream
A made nigga; picture me dying in a blaze of gun fire
Will not retire til Im paid, turn the base up higher
When we ride, we fly by, bitches blow me kisses
Niggas from Compton to Brooklyn come on get your riches
From Crenshaw to 125, and Do or Die
Rolling with niggas from Long Beach to Long Isl
I hardly smile cause my heart froze
Once I; commence my show rip apart foes
And now I, got One Nation its a crooked compilation
Just to end the bullshit, lets get back to money making
Tell them busters that I rolled on controlling the house
My shit is so wicked when I flip, niggas closing their mouth
The Cocoa Brovaz, Buckshot the BDI Thug
Greg Nice, L.S., Asu, so show a nigga love, Outlaw!