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Show Yo True Crime

the Southside got to get to the North, ya'll [Chorus]x4 Jump out with my shotgun, make you dead niggas drop (drop) Niggas rock (rock), show yo true crime (sirens) Yo

ll hunt you bastards Zip 'em in casket, here to get drastic, fast in a hurry Is you ready for me magic? Let 'em blast, and nigga, better burn Then move, true

ten We cut to good friends But when we on the tenth We gotta go the length I'm not a playa Yet i get more play Than a talk show shown Cross the USA Have

Westside I explore with the Beemer now [Chorus] We strivin home, I ride on chrome Listen homeboy move on That's your best bet, why's that? Cause [Consequence] Uhh, uhh, yo, yo

can I be Yep yep, Crime Fam' Yep yep, suga suga Uh uh uh Uh uh uh Uh uh uh Uh uh, uh uh (Yeah, we up now) Uh uh uh uh uh (yeah, yeah, true that) Uh uh

Yo, Ice, you been down with the struggle for a long time, man Why don't you drop some knowledge for these brothers Who want to get involved in this war

to bust a cap Guns don't kill people, it's just rap One, two, yo, face my shoe My name's Mike Balls and I'm coming through Guns crimes, stabbin' and

Eazy-E (Eazy-E) A bunch of fine bitches tryin to sleep with me Every night, sold out, turnin young hoes Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this dick in yo

Criminal IQ's, spiral convo's with the sky view This is what I do, pioneer, my peeps power rule Fuck Yacub, I'm factual, true and living Polo polobos with the true