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    Man all these motherfuckin' niggas out here man
    Every time I try to go somewhere I got plex form these
    Sorry punk pussy no good hatin'
    My nigga you done pushed the wrong button
    I ain't never ran this hot
    Now you the number one nigga
    I wanna whip the piss out
    And this not a threat bet that
    I ain't gonna let that shit slide
    Gotta get that bitch right
    Want him dead by midnight
    I followed him from the crib to the crack spot
    I watched him go in and come back out
    I got ready to pull the mack out
    Sandwiched him by the theater of 610
    Unloaded the pistol now dirt is now what his dick's in
    Shit I seen a slab get stripped
    The discs seats and sound gone
    And candy paint burnt to a crisp
    These niggas gettin' hated on
    For the '84's that they skatin' on
    jackers in the dark alley waited on
    The fool comin' out the gamblin' shack
    Pistol to his back took 4 ounces of crack
    And a fat dozier sack
    That's why I pack my nigga
    That's why I pray cuz where I stay
    I got to carry my motherfuckin' gun every single day
    Motherfuckers wanna start shit every way
    That's why I carry my motherfuckin' gun every single day
    The p-l-e-x is crowdin' all my space
    'Bout to pop this mothefucker cuz he standin' in my place
    He sellin' on my block
    jackin' from my boys
    They comin' on our side
    Goin' down and talkin' noise
    Now I occupy my time hustlin' and gettin' paid
    He occupyin' his time tryin' to get the boys for they blades
    Gettin' em for they Chevy 'burban
    They jumpin' out of hoo doos
    Comin' down swingin' jumpin' out of candy blues
    Talkin' bout give it up smooth
    Baby boy it's some hatin' goin' on in P

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    Composición: J. Johnson y Chad Butler

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