...Motherfuckers out here rapping for protection

I'm gonna expose yo ass you bitch...

See me in these motherfuckin' streets (don't stop), with ya fag ass

Gangsta Walk, yeah right, ya pussy...



[Verse 1]

Look out, we everyday grinding

Everybody in the North gotta love us down South 'cause we blindin'

And we don't trip the big diamonds

We mainly focus on the old schools with big blocks lying

And I been around the world in one day

Chucking up the duece for S.A.

I'm a hood cat, and that's for searching me a hood rat

With good cat, something beautiful to look at, fa sho

I kick it for my niggaz in the ghetto

And all my homies in the federal-

Lock up, behind the wall setting shop up

They beat the block up, yet and still they couldn't stop us

Damn it feels good to be a gangsta back at it

Cause I'm the last of the Dons, God damm it

I hear ya talking, but I don't cater to the chit-chat

But when I see you in the streets I got ya get back (word)

It ain't enough protection on ya ass, to fuck wit Brad

I got a lesson for ya ass

I showed ya, the Southside niggaz tote heat

I showed ya, the Northside niggaz roll deep

Ya weak, 'cause I'm the biggest fish in the pond

And when I say the magic word, bitch ya gone

Assassinated, people lay steppin'

Eliminated, enemy with aggression

Sit back and smoke me one

The Obi Won Kenobi one

Fuck the champagne sippin', woodgrain grippin'

I'm spittin' for the Vice Lords, gangstas and Crips and Bloods

And everybody neighborhood

From the Idery Wells, back down to Inglewood

How can a nigga from the South get a pass in every section

And walk the projects with no protection

Be surrounded by a mob, and not get robbed

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