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[girl]
Light Speed, blazin Chronic through the galaxy
Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed
Or we might be sippin on gin or Hennessey
Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas
[Hittman]
I hang among hustlers, I slang and hoo-bang Bronson
when bustaz roll through, cant fuck with my bold crew
We will hold you captive and bust
cause gangbangin is the active, activity
where I be livin B, there aint no Liberty Statue
Hope you got your gat, dont let them catch you
slippin, without yours, its warfare outdoors
Ambulance, violent uproars
Trash niggaz takin out like chores I meet whores on tours
Jeans hot as pepper so I sip, champagne on stormy shores
We on some hardcore, pornographic
Totin Austrian firearms thats made out of plastic
In these drastic surroundings, it be sounding like
Lebanon, makin fools "RETREAT! ...
[Hittman]
Gimme that mic fool, its a West coast jack move
They call me Hitt - cause I spit like gats do
cock me back
Bust caps for my max crew, at Fairfax
who used to wear Air Max shoes, thats true
But I grew up where niggaz jack you, harass you
Blast you, for that set you claim (where you from? ...
Now see that red dot on your knot
Bout to get your whole crew shot on
A Soldier of Fortune, Im the wrong nigga to plot on
Took him out on the spot before he even got on
my hitlist -- peep this
I cock back, you bow down
Bust round, bloody the ground, retaliation sounds like this
Artist: Dr. ... Dre]
Youse a soldier, youre probably packin heat up there
Met up with homies from the street, and got deep up there
If you only knew the way I felt before they ruined the crew
I thought I learned from Eazy, now Im goin through it with you
We lost a thug, a son, and a father
I spoke to your son, the other day, and told him Uncle Dre got him
The Lord must be accidentally pulling your file
cause Im still paging you, 911, straight in denial
Prayin you get it, but no man can choose the card he was dealt
You either quit, or you gon play it like you get it
I done been through all emotions, from in shock, to keepin a poker face
to straight breakin down and showin all emotions
Im anxious to believe in real Gs dont cry
If thats the truth, then Im realizin I aint no gangsta
Its just not me, but you know Ima always ride wit you
I miss you, sometimes I wish I just died wit you
[Mary J.
Approximate Word count = 9557
Approximate Pages = 38.2
(250 words per page double spaced)
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