ve worked it out somehow But it's over now I thought you'd be comin' 'round But it's over now Could've worked it out But it's over now
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me away Coulda worked it out somehow But it's over now Thought you'd be comin' 'round But it's over now If you broke my heart I can't let it show I can
won't hear it 'Cause it's different from the streets, I'm missin' my hood now Missin' all the blocks 'cuz I'm surrounded by woods now It's supposed
ballin shit (that's right) Funny how quick these pricks forget Actin like I ain't the reason they traded they shit Switched that 5, copped that 6 (that's right) It's
Now ask yourself, why is he number one? Now ask yourself, who's done what he's done? Then ask yourself, you're fit for the long run? You think it's
move around with them pounds and berretas (uh) Yeah faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it Don't make
no strays So watch what the fuck you say It's ya mouth that started the shit Now you actin' all retarted and shit Dog I came to play my part and that's it
I do it, I do it for my hood And every time I do it, I do it for yo hood And every time I do it, I do it for they hood It's understood, I do it for the
The answerin', simple A headache throbs in my temple It says it ain't fair, it says it ain't right It says it's going down tonight We finally made it
don, who plays it all night long? 50 mill strong, Handle like napalm. Word is bond Who get it on when it's time to drop a bomb? Sadq keep it cool
don, who plays it all night long? Who get it on when it's time to drop a bomb? Sadq keep it cool and calm with the niapalm Droppin emcee's to their
loot loop As fast as I spend it, I'm tryin' to get back in it I make the loot loop It's cop and blow, nigga, that's all I know I make the loot loop
t strike back" mack ten, eleven, twelve, hit us and then puts us to hell They started it, there's no way to mend it, we'll end it My crew'll hit the matresses
want to, friend But when it's time to count the chips only the real will win The game of life is only fake and true But it's all about the dollars when
Vice is small time,L.A's the big league From the rollin' 60's to the nickerson "G" Pueblos,grape street,this is what I see The jungle,the 30's,the V.
1's, 5's, 10's and 20's A 100 g's and I'm pullin honeys Left and right, day and night You gotta see it to believe it, it's quite a sight They're all
other niggas catch slugs 1, 2 I bust shit to load guns to Beats for the hoodlums Somebody's gotta do'em Fed's screw 'em Faggot's got my whole crib bugged
