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Where them niggas with them guns blowing shit the Fuck down? Where them Dogg Pound niggas on the Motherfucking prowl? Beats thumping in my sixty-six, bitch feeling it. Gat underneath my seat, nigga, I'm killing it. Wheeling, gliding, riding Chevy just like a pro. It's about power and respect, a nigga who holding Dough. I ain't playing with it, AK-223s in my Backseat, I'm staying with it. Wanna bang? Come bang with us, get this shit Trunk tight. Cock back the Mossberg, Hit his bitch ass twice. Niggas run like mice and they running like roaches. Burning rubber in the 2006 in my barrel smoking. I'm LBC-ing it, money strong, money long. In the beat, nigga holding two pieces of chrome. Forty-five, twenty-three shining, can't help but Notice me. K-U-R-U-P-T and the S-N double O-P. Sixteen grams of chronic, roll it up. Yo, it's smoke where that came from, little homie, Hold up. Get that ass whooped, nigga, Just for being so nosey. Ride or die, follow suit, motherfucker. Now if a nigga wanna holla, we buck 'em. And if a bitch wanna holla, we fuck 'em. Now if a nigga got a problem, we buck 'em. And if a bitch wanna holla, We fuck 'em. Now if a nigga wanna holla, we buck 'em. And if a bitch wanna holla, we fuck 'em. I said if a nigga got a problem, we Buck 'em. But if a bitch wanna holla, We fuck 'em. It's just a story that's told By the young and the old. The older scold the youth, get the truth in The fold. Let it unfold and let's try to Decipher the codes. Mix the mixture and then you can paint the Picture. Until then, just listen to all you hear. 'Cause the wolves'll be coming from the front and The rear. But wolves don't wanna see pits, In fact, it's a known fact that pits roam In packs. It's a known fact that pits chrome And gat, and toss everything they got every place That they at. I heard Kurupt before, His rhymes like cyanide. He made the homie wanna ride and then he Died that night. All I'm saying, niggas, I'm ready to die tonight. That's why I brought these eagles so they could Fly tonight. We out to separate the wing. With pallid in matrix, you know ventral can split And now Now if a nigga wanna holla, We buck 'em. And if a bitch wanna holla, We fuck 'em. Now if a nigga got a Problem, we buck 'em. And if a bitch wanna holla, we fuck 'em. Now if a nigga wanna holla, we buck 'em. And if a bitch wanna holla, we fuck 'em. I said if a nigga got a problem, we Buck 'em. But if a bitch wanna holla, We fuck 'em. What must we do to let you motherfuckers know That we is the niggas that started Death Row? Fool couldn't get it right, that's why we left Pro. Glock 40 make your busta move like step Shows. Skip for the skip, cold chrome off the Hip. Psycho Mike flip, let that go, Crip. We got things to do and money to Be made. Stick of that dumb shit not to Be played. Ready for whatever, Ain't never been afraid. Shut your store down when the Pound get displayed. The phenomenon, bomb is photon. Stalk your territory like troops with Genghis Khan. And trust me, clown, we will come and get Ya. And leave a slab of beef as your Doorstep bloody. Instant gunplay then shit can get bloody. Dealing with the grimy, so shit can stay pretty. If a nigga wanna holla, we buck 'em. And if a bitch wanna holla, we fuck 'em. Now if a nigga got a problem, we buck 'em. And if a bitch wanna holla, We fuck 'em. Now if a nigga wanna holla, We buck 'em. And if a bitch wanna holla, We fuck 'em. I said if a nigga got A problem, we buck 'em. But if a bitch wanna holla, we fuck 'em.