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4-Deep

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Let it rain, let it drip, damn them niggaz tripped On the turf, they gotta get us work We know where you stay, the homies don't play You knew the consequences now your ass is hoppin fences Tryin to get away from the AK spray in the broad day Now they cross us out and put a K I'm still PDKiller, cause if you ain't my friend Youse a foe, and I'ma let you know that I'm from That big bad mad-ass Westside numero uno South Central, is ill mental Uhh, and all these new tribes tryin to hoo-ride We can't be eighty-six, cause we from sixty-nine It's just a fifteen minus ten with the S on the end For life, so do what you like But you better bomb first with the sleeper, uhh Cause I'ma blow you out your Converse sneakers-ah, so surprise! Punk is the ride, punk You thought your homey next to you made it to his trunk, uhh Light 'em up like a candle, that's right The scandal, vandal handle mines like a man doe Creep by the police, rollin fo' deep Playin low, cause I know they gon' stretch us if they catch us Up to Chiffaro[?] and away we go And I bet nobody bet' not get no less than the next Fo' niggaz, three straps, where these hoes at? Lookin for some trouble just bust a nigga bubble They wanna unite, but the system's too tight, so Let these niggaz know what that South Central like Don't flag no flag cause all that's drag Stay close to my holster had enough of these busters Teach 'em not to fuck with the young buck


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