Tonart: C major
Verse 1
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Doc, hook these niggas up with some more
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of that old gangsta shit.
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Yeah this go out to all the hounds that been putting it
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down with black market since the beginning.
All the street soldiers,
you know what I'm saying?
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One love nigga.
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Crew!
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I got the call, now we on the mat
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So where you at, where I be at
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The gang's at, known to react
wearin' pitch black
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When we attack, step for the rag
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So you know where my love's at
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G
packed to the max I leave 30 rounds deep in your ass
So you don't come back
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And put the body in the back of a
Cadillac
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And roll it off the cliff in flames
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We ain't playin' games,
get
Tryin' to fuck with
Loc to the brain
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Niggas, it's past the normal
way to bang
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We want the whole damn map,
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doin' loc'd out things, nigga
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So chip in and tell a friend where to get in
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But don't fuck with homies who ain't
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knowin' how to make ends
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Or else you'll find your
ass on the spot again
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Tryin' to move that same old 20,
twin, twin
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Lookin' for a few good riders
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Who ain't afraid to dump
a little silence
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From where I stay to where a few stay
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Nothin' but riders, nigga
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Lookin' for a few good riders
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So ain't afraid to dump on outsiders
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But where I stay, but where you stay
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Look, we been crooked, nothing but riders
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We all blazin', get keyed,
we're buyin' weed
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And I ain't treatin' you to
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The real law bloke with my clique
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Mashin' on niggas, get your dome split
Lil'
Rock on the spot
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G
Bein' flippin' the same hundred dollar bill,
nine stars
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Nowadays, he don't even leave the hood
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The homie on his route and got burnt like wood,
With all the shades,
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why I hooked up with locs and went my own damn way
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Dog gang, live broke niggas
make the best crooks
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I hear you fightin' murder rappers
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with money on your books, nigga
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Uh, you wanna blast me?
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Man, the homie coulda touched
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Cause you a bitch made nigga
and I never did see
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The way you could speak on that
LOC, nigga
riders who ain't afraid
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To dump on outsiders from where I stay
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Nothin' but riders, nigga
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Lookin' for a few good riders
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Who ain't afraid to dump on outsiders
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I was in the set, right?
I gives a fuck about what
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you flyin' or who your homie is
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Or your heat, cause everybody dyin', nigga
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In the low, fuckin' with
Bamindo
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Just the homies from the brain in
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Black
Market rollin'
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Bout that low with the hops
I was on the dope spot
When they hit the block then the
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driver leases the shot
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Nigga told the shit out my ride and left
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me stranded on the east side
dogs been dumpin' since 94
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I ain't dead yet, I guess I'm a vet,
that's why they blast
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Cause my rep, surfin' up niggas
in they hoods with texts
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Them old scraps, they put them niggas in check,
Fuckin' all they bomb hoes
Then leave em alone,
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they wait by the telephone
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The lil' homies get they bone on,
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The lil' homies get they cash flow on
a few good riders
Way in the brain
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From where I stay, to where you stay
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Nothing but riders, nigga
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Looking for a few good riders
Way in the brain
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From where I stay, to where you stay
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looking for a few good riders
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Waiting to pay, to double outsiders
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From where I stay, to where you stay
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Nothing but riders, nigga,
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looking for a few good riders
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Waiting to pay, to double outsiders
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From where I stay, to where you stay
Riders, riders, riders, riders,
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