Hook) (Doc)

Finally the sun went down in the hood and I was budded

Dice game and fat sacks a indo

Service with high times and made it
Rainy days blew me away, so I drank the 4 everyday

Matter fact it was a murder present
One-eight-six point duece that was ridin wit one-eighty-seven

(40 ounces and chronice dice)

Yeah, I stay high m____fucka

(Lynch)

On my briefcase is some crumbled weed

Buckshot shells from a dead body

Got a whole bunch a 40's and a couple a hoes

A '95 Fifty sittin on Trues and Vogues

Plus I had a nine in my glove compartment

'Cause everywhere I go n____s love to start s___

Five pound chronic dice, in my mits
Fifteen teflons, in my clip

Heard about a lot a sick s___ in the block, so

I stay locc to the brain and remain incognito
With my twenty sack a the bomb

Money back guarantee, if you hit that s___ and don't wanna kill yo' mom

Got the clip, glock, Chevy Impala to dump

Stop the glock, no you can't the Doc from the g_______ n____

So up goes yo' trigga

Stayin high off the cess, I'm in

And my n____ say

(Hook)

(Foe Loco)

So f___ ya, rippin off ya forehead and down yo' cheeks
You in the ??? Doc shape 'cause I drop seven by you feet

And ya broke, my pockets are no for load all day

'Cause that eastside slangs 'em in effective ways
And amazing thang

Is the g_______'ll come up off a c___ game, poor some mo' drank and dank

Then hits the stain, where my frozen Ides is

Twist off a cap where my liquid suicide lives
Frostbitten from, that Crooked I, I'm lookin through

We get sick, Foe Loco, the mark eastside, ridin on you

He comin at me wrong, d___, we between the sheets

Is suicide on yo' mind, must I leave you on these streets
Raise up off me, but really realizin the strength

Had him readin the ?? and the serial number on this thang

Peep the slug, toke the reefer, let the barrel meet 'cha

Mean mug in the center of the street and the reaper then

(Hook)

(Doc) (talking)

Yeah, and a special shout goes out to all the playas on the southside

It's a Garden Blocc thang n____, stay rippin, know what I'm sayin

And everythang

m____fuckin homies on the eastside, Foe Loco, Bugsy, Lil' Sky and s___ n____

Y'all m____fucka's handle that gangsta s___

And I'm out 'til the duece-nine, Garden Blocc, ride 'til I die

f___ yo' a__ n____, some brand new news a n____ picked up on
Oh yeah, f___ YO' a__ SNITCH, you know who I'm talkin to b____

You never know who you can trust
Sometimes you can't even trust ya big homie

I'm out

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