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Niggas die off of Poppy street Bet my mama vouch, they drive by We don't run inside, bitch, we shoot it out On my grind, Benz color of the crimes I've been committing I've been fighting all my life and I ain't stopping 'til it's finished Rapid fire power sound just like a helicopter engine Hell ain't threatening to niggas who ain't never had religion In this field you Phillis Wheatleys ain't gon' never catch me slippin' Serve that brick piece, now we sneaky, sell 'til the man come and get 'em Yeah, my niggas built for war, my niggas built for war They sending threats, we sending shots They sending threats, we sending shots Fuck the pigs alive and dead 'cause they ain't never had my back See you black, 'fore you a man, and you a nigga 'fore you that And that you'll never understand if you done seen it second hand You ain't ready for that war then please don't step across them tracks Rent money low and pressure high, no sellin O's just selling dimes These California sunny skies done looked down on me all of my life Is you really bout' what you


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