got nothing better to do You ain't got nothing better to do You ain't got nothing better to do You ain't got nothing better to do You ain't got nothing
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a believer Have these niggas catching bullets, like wide receivers Bitch I hit a lick, bought a Lac hit a switch You can ask these niggas trick, S.L.A
Crips do that 12 bars for that bitch he won't live through that Even a nigga with a ten-year bid knew that Put a gun in his mouth yeah, yeah do that He
another Sold out show tomorrow night in L.A. [This is the life] Robbie: Whoa did you hear that sold out in L.A! Whoa! Farmain: Ow Ow needle in finger
at the west, A grew up by drive-by's and L.A. gang signs, So what the fuck do you know about being a gangsta? What the fuck do you know about being
at the west, A grew up by drive-by's and L.A gangsta's, So what the fuck do you know about being a gangsta? What the fuck do you know about being in
the AK May you rest in peace Your nobody till somebody kills you Do you know where your goin too Just a memory...so you better pack a pistol Everybody
gonna lie, if I wasn't doing this now I'd probably'd be tied down in a small town With my eyes on a couple of guys With their eyes on a couple of pies
softer than thugs Have a chump coughin blood fill his coffin with slugs Yo You know I got enough guns to wreck a nation Any nigga wave a tech in Mase
Fuck the middle 'cause the middle do a lot and a little Stuck in between but y?all niggaz won?t see the riddle Settle for less, a General but don?t meddle
through the L-O-X triangle pyramid This is for them cats that's like "who's the L.O.X." better float up to Yonkers nigga choose a block Got Arabics, Ricans
yo i hold niggas ransom for money like johhny handsome been sonning niggas for so long i think i got a grandson my passion is money, a stash and a
in the AK May you rest in peace Your nobody till somebody kills you Do you know where your goin' too Just a memory so you better pack a pistol Everybody
a cell or a prison or in hell's armageddon just a little ghetto where my niggas control the middle we know the riddles of life where others know only a