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[Kurupt]
Yo Eastwood (Yo what up Gotti?) Niggaz act like bitches, wanna hear the truth? Before I say another word, motherfuck Snoop DoggHouse eat a big Dogg Pound dick This Gotti, you ain`t gon` pimp slap shit I`m cool, calm, and I`m so collective And you niggaz don`t respect shit, nigga They call you Soopafly, I call you Soopa-cape Y`all niggaz bring the gorillas I done ate They call you Soopafly, I call you Soopa-bitch That love to eat a Snooper-duper super dick Panties and a cape, little pink panties I drink Hennessy motherfucker And I`m somebody you don`t wanna see motherfucker I`m lookin` in the streets and I see you niggaz truant And I`m ridin` without Simon`s influence motherfucker.. [Eastwood] I roll these streets with my mind on G`s, and I keep a glock tucked Low-key on my body for niggaz that`s tryin` to kill me Shit, I`m out the hood too From the Eastside to Compton to Inglewood too I`m Eastwood (Who?) One of the realest livin`, existin`, lyricist lynchin` I`m competition brought to collision, I flow with percision Decision to end it, I spit with a vengeance So pay attention homie, it`s business Can`t die without my tickets I`m ballin`, boss hoggin`, Snoop doggin` I`m stompin` out your braids with my Chuck`s A outlaw with a thug ministry, chemistry, touched by my memory Hennessy, from here to Italy got niggaz feelin` me Sun roof open, so I can feel the wind blow Smokin` dodie, blowin` out my H2 limo Ain`t never had a demo, I`m choppin` up albums Lock me in a booth, I`m a beast, turn up the value [Young Ron] Smoke a blunt with Mr. Cooper, super trooper, pop - Snoop and Soopa I`m so fly, I roam the block and I`m ready to die Niggaz told me what happened but they never really told me why These streets is real, I`ve seen my O.G.`s cry Bodies outlined with chalk, that`s where a dope fiend died Soldiers who can`t hold they own won`t make it alive I got a lot of talent, so I ain`t hard to find I`m on the grind, my squad ain`t far behind We mackin` dimes, in the club packin` nines Sniffin` lines - that cocaine blow your mind Fuckin` with mine, I`m bringin` mine Bring yours nigga!.. [Gail Gotti] Ease the beast, Gotti supreme Gail posted in the back of the `Llac on lean Keep the heat stashed in the dash when we mash Like livin` fast it`s secondary to cash Get your vest tested, your chest infected Roll with Tha Row now my flow`s respected Gotti up and left, never was rejected Ride `til I die `til the game`s respected, bitch [Kurupt] I ain`t said shit, done shit, fuck `em Bustin`, bust in bustin`, dumpin`, fuck `em - gangsta What the fuck you really ever did? - nothin` What the fuck you really ever done?
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