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  • 2009.12.28
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What's up dog What's up ey What's up perro Yeah I run with the real ones Simon Hey drop that shit holmes [Chorus x2: Frank V] If you a sucker on the streets you're getting beat up If you a sucker in jail you're PC'd up And we don't stop riding till the homies is free'd up We g'd up from the feet up [Royal T] Are you a real gangster, a real shooter Or just a prankster, cyber banger on your computer Motherfucking phony, ese you don't know me Only true blue can hang with real homies Ese you get trapped up and slapped up Drag your ass the the woods, you get wrapped up and capped up Low Pro run the streets so, who you telling After your death maybe your shit will start selling [Lil' Rob] Hey homeboy why you want to start shit, I'll shoot up your apartments And if I go out, I'll make sure I go out like Vargas Fighting to the finish, Lil' Rob the sickest Fucking up the program, cold like a snowman Making you say oh man, slow you down like a slow jam Leave you walking like an old man I've got the formula, the formula to be destroying ya Bullet holes all over ya, nice knowing ya [Chorus x2] [Frank V] Holla at your boy Frank V when I'm rolling through your area But not too loud 'cause you know that I carry a Four five auto, rich like lotto The world is mine, or at least that's my motto Chrome rims spinning, hoodrats grinning Jesus piece around my neck but I can't stop sinning Little homey I'm a true blue, I thought you knew fool No cards I can't pull, no hoods I can't shoot through Big pimping you never thought could exist Low Pro on my chest, Frank V on my wrist Where you're at I've been, where I'm at you'll never be There's other rappers in this bitch but ain't none like me 'cause I'm a shining star, ese fuck who you are You got thugs in your car, I'll put slugs in your car You got plaques on your wall, I'll put your backs on the wall I'll subtract all of y'all, I'ma ball till I fall [Chorus x2] [True Breed] Low Profile, SD 619 This California hustle make me California grind Getting mine, so we don't waste nobody's time Pick up my pants and tuck away my black nine Hard rhyme, that's all I got shaking up your spot Beating down your block, getting sighted by thirty cops You want to be a G, want to be just like me Face the consequences, stay sucker free [Bandit] I keep it gangster loc, my life for the cash Dumping shots at fools until their heads hit the dash Doing dirt, put it work on these LA streets Bringing real with my steel as I blast my heat Getting high, born to ride 'cause that's the way shit goes Got fools all around just to let you know Phat Bandit keep it cracking, keep pushing the keys For player hation, home invasion trying to stop my G's [Chorus x2]

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