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When I enter the first zone worst known mic holder
My Hummer roll up evacuating strapped soldiers
Inside strategy manifestin` military styles
Casually try da G when ni**as battle me

My prophesied prediction, switch and move positions
Separated from his gun and bitch and watch `em start snitchin`
I keep spittin` still stupid ni**as fail to listen
I personify this thug livin`, hell or prison

My ammunition varies, my voice carries
Watch me invite the whole world, me and the mob gettin` married
It seems all the fine screams pierce the dark
This is expected, a trick bitch where`s your heart?

You mark, watch ni**as fall when I call they name
We outlaws hold your head ni**as all the same
Except some who want more out of life than stress
We still thuggin` `til it`s none left, don`t sleep

We gon` ride, keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit` the nine when I ride, don`t sleep
Blowin` pine, always hustlin` on the grind
`Cause I gotta get mine all the time, don`t sleep

We gon` ride, keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit` the nine when I ride, don`t sleep
Blowin` pine, always hustlin` on the grind
`Cause I gotta get mine all the time

Dumpin` on motherf**kers at random
Rapidly wit` accuracy, they shouldn`t`ve talk bad to me
It had to be a motherf**kin` murder
I`m glad to be a ni**a that did the murder

So sad to see another motherf**ker floatin`
In plastic reef, sleep wit` his head wide open
Rapid release, keep the police coastin`
Casualties warrant in deep east Oakland

Yolk the ni**a off the asphalt, drove off to the hills
Positioned him on his knees and blew the back off
Death with the lex ruger, death to ya
Ni**as cry when the bullet fly, kill and execute `em

I blast first `til they body me like my guns in varieties
Runnin` wit` the real big willies you silly punks try to be
But front doin` my walk by`s rollin` a blunt
Hand on my nuts in a getaway car full of stunts

Addicted to my nine movin` like crime through time
Poppin` ni**as like pimples ni**a nothin` simple `bout mine
Etch-a-sketchin`, dumpin` on all you punks at intersections
Day in and day out ain`t no easy way outs or easy exits, don`t sleep

We gon` ride, keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit` the nine when I ride, don`t sleep
Blowin` pine, always hustlin` on the grind
`Cause I gotta get mine all the time, don`t sleep

We gon` ride, keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit` the nine when I ride, don`t sleep
Blowin` pine, always hustlin` on the grind
`Cause I gotta get mine all the time

When I hit the street all I can see is the grind
Blood sweat and tear when I bust my rhyme
Yeah I un for my folk like I load my nine
And when I let loose then no crew standin` but mine

I gives a damn `bout lame ni**a actin` schiesty
Same one knew I was in jail and didn`t write me
Wanna fight me then come find me
Whateva you do shawty you betta think wisely

You might see me wit` a stack in the trap
I use my thoughts and pen similar to a saran wrap
A lil` lame ni**a I`ll neva be, yeah, I`ma keep it G
I`m from the Three and Scrap will neva sleep

We gon` ride, keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit` the nine when I ride, don`t sleep
Blowin` pine, always hustlin` on the grind
`Cause I gotta get mine all the time, don`t sleep

We gon` ride, keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit` the nine when I ride, don`t sleep
Blowin` pine, always hustlin` on the grind
`Cause I gotta get mine all the time, don`t sleep

Don`t sleep
Don`t sleep