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(The Game)
In that criminal mindstate i'm riding
and with the california crime rate, niggas is dyin
gotta get that money so I, load a clip in 4-5
ever since my brother died
been on a murder mission with pistols, hollywood homicide
critics said Compton died with Eazy
one hand on the Holy Koran imma ride for Eazy betta beleive it
in the 6-4 Impala heavily weeded, god as my witness, Compton is alive and breathin
a nigga with an attitude and bone thugs
In that criminal mindstate i'm riding
and with the california crime rate, niggas is dyin
gotta get that money so I, load a clip in 4-5
ever since my brother died
been on a murder mission with pistols, hollywood homicide
critics said Compton died with Eazy
one hand on the Holy Koran imma ride for Eazy betta beleive it
in the 6-4 Impala heavily weeded, god as my witness, Compton is alive and breathin
a nigga with an attitude and bone thugs
we ready to die, ready to ride, i stare Death in his eyes
part the red sea with a heckler and koch
and walk though the valley of death with a vest and a glock
and while bury Christopher wallce, Cali stressin for Pac
in my Jam J's I bust a shot for Scot La Roc
my life is real like 50's beef with Ja
the A-Team got the West on lock, muthaas
(Krayzie Bone)
we be the original criminals,
therefore they'll be no replications no second guessin the nation,
thug invasion got these suckas shakin,
youve been waiting and anticipatiin the makin of the arrival of my thug congregation AKA Desperados,
it aint hard to spot us either follow the trails of the hollow shells,
as well as the rotten smells of body cells,
how many of you niggaz is ready to get down and dirty?
watch me split rounds like a 30/30, word up.
if you could just put on an instrumental and let a nigga run,
it'll be like givin me a gun cuz ima kill everybody cuz you know you cant wit da toungue,
i come at the end explixit elicit wicked call me Mr... Sawed off'll hit ya, so take time out and pick ya shit up,
feel us its the real niggaz, the souljahfield niggaz, roll in control niggaz and we roll wit cold killaz,
so you betta back up of us befo' we blast ya off us,
and if ya think we jokin', you'll be laughin' in a coffin..(coffin) (coffin)
original killaz bump bump say what you wanna do?
original killaz bump bump say what you wanna do?
(Thanks to jeff for these lyrics)
part the red sea with a heckler and koch
and walk though the valley of death with a vest and a glock
and while bury Christopher wallce, Cali stressin for Pac
in my Jam J's I bust a shot for Scot La Roc
my life is real like 50's beef with Ja
the A-Team got the West on lock, muthaas
(Krayzie Bone)
we be the original criminals,
therefore they'll be no replications no second guessin the nation,
thug invasion got these suckas shakin,
youve been waiting and anticipatiin the makin of the arrival of my thug congregation AKA Desperados,
it aint hard to spot us either follow the trails of the hollow shells,
as well as the rotten smells of body cells,
how many of you niggaz is ready to get down and dirty?
watch me split rounds like a 30/30, word up.
if you could just put on an instrumental and let a nigga run,
it'll be like givin me a gun cuz ima kill everybody cuz you know you cant wit da toungue,
i come at the end explixit elicit wicked call me Mr... Sawed off'll hit ya, so take time out and pick ya shit up,
feel us its the real niggaz, the souljahfield niggaz, roll in control niggaz and we roll wit cold killaz,
so you betta back up of us befo' we blast ya off us,
and if ya think we jokin', you'll be laughin' in a coffin..(coffin) (coffin)
original killaz bump bump say what you wanna do?
original killaz bump bump say what you wanna do?
(Thanks to jeff for these lyrics)
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