It ain’t safe to leave the house
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F*ck around 'round here
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These ni*gaz quick to air ya out
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And lay ya down 'round here
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You run your mouth ni*gaz will put ya
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On the ground 'round here
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One-time don’t even f*ck around and come 'round here
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It ain’t safe to leave the house
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F*ck around 'round here
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These ni*gaz quick to air ya out
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And lay ya down 'round here
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You run your mouth ni*gaz will put ya
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On the ground 'round here
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One-time don’t even f*ck around and come 'round here
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M.L. |
and 21st, where nig*az worse
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Quick to put one in ya first
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Before they search your pockets get that china
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And where they got ya that’s where they gon' find ya
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They rollin' out there nigga, that’s that real shit
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Where bein' slick can get you caught up real quick
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Hold up homie, don’t let this money blind ya
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Cause you won’t see me standin' right behind ya
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Then it’s time’s up, that’s how we talkin' if he come from the Beach
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Better watch them nig*az out here if they come from the East
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Don’t stop if I’m not out somewhere so nig*az can see
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Cause they don’t give a f*ck, you stuck if you ain’t with
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My city’s a beast.
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You can’t walk through the Beach unless you walk with a piece
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You can’t talk to police 'cause most police is like me
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They get that cheddar like they want it, take yo' sh*t in the street
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They want that paper out here
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Enough to come and take what’s on your plate out here
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Enough to have somebody take your place out here
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F*ckin' around without your strap sound like a bad idea
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It ain’t safe to leave the house
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F*ck around 'round here
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These ni*gaz quick to air ya out
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And lay ya down 'round here
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You run your mouth ni*gaz will put ya
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On the ground 'round here
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One-time don’t even f*ck around and come 'round here
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It ain’t safe to leave the house
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F*ck around 'round here
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These ni*gaz quick to air ya out
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And lay ya down 'round here
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You run your mouth ni*gaz will put ya
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On the ground 'round here
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One-time don’t even f*ck around and come 'round here
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This L.A. County nig*a
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If you’s a b*tch then get yo' a*s from 'round here ni*ga
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Before they come put bullets in yo' brain
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Cause in the hood ain’t nothin' really changed
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They tryin' to get that paper just like Uncle Sam
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And just like Sam nig*az just don’t give a damn
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They mission is to leave yo' a*s in pain
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Cause they don’t give a fuck about a thing
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It’s a cold game, that’s how they talkin' if they walk on the West
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Better watch yourself without this star protectin' your chest
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These nig*az come from nowhere, get to takin' yo' shi*t
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You’ll get beat outside the set and then sent home in your stretch
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This shit is a mess.
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You can’t walk in them streets unless you walk with your vest
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You can’t talk to police 'cause most police ain’t gon' stress
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They get that cheddar like they want it with they foot in your chest
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They want that paper out here
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Enough to come and take what’s on your plate out here
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Enough to have somebody take your place out here
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F*ckin' around without your strap sound like a bad idea
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It ain’t safe to leave the house
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F*ck around 'round here
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These ni*gaz quick to air ya out
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And lay ya down 'round here
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You run your mouth ni*gaz will put ya
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On the ground 'round here
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One-time don’t even f*ck around and come 'round here
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It ain’t safe to leave the house
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F*ck around 'round here
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These ni*gaz quick to air ya out
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And lay ya down 'round here
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You run your mouth ni*gaz will put ya
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On the ground 'round here
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One-time don’t even f*ck around and come 'round here |