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scopin'
like a dope fiend, but im smokin in the alleys with these ghetto
guns and erase my funds Watts niggas in Cali take
bullets to the brains, still rowdy. Jesus really never died you
crucified mutual suicide. Who am I? Local with vocals, goin'
coast to coast. Heaven'll move me, right, for sure. Deception weather
my brethren, but sunny days when I parlay. Get killed
when I get to steppin'. 'member the weapon's close and the doctor said
I need time to myself on the ocean those frivolous thoughts but im brought up
full of this independance caught up sever relentless evil intentions,
nobody knows 'em, even the henchmen warrior poet never to mention
i love my lady rebel we can get the stroke on we can get the stroke on
we can get the stroke on, when the thugs cry.