Look, my niggas crooked though it seems my every single thoughts caught up in collectin cream a made nigga. Picture me dyin in the blaze of gunfire.Will not retire till I'm paid till I reach the pie. When we ride we fly by bitches blow me kisses.Niggas from Compton to Brooklyn come on get your riches.From Crenshaw to 1-2-5 and do or die.Rollin' with niggas from Long Beach to Long I.I'm heartless now cause my heart froze.Once I commence my show I rip apart foes.Now I got one nation just a crooked compilation just the inner bullshit let's get back to money makin.Tell them bustas that I rolled on contollin a house.My shit's so wicked when I flip niggas closin' they mouth them cocoa brothers.Buckshout the beady eyed thug.Greg Nice, LS, Asu, sure show a nigga love Outlaw!
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