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[Game]Yo, yo, yowho shot me?some punk motherfuckers i aint never seen before in my lifegotta pay that pricewhen you in the hood hustlin, 24 hours a dayguns bustin, the fiends need yayso im in the kitchen with them pirex potsflip em like spatchulas, supply em hotim in the yard everyday around 12 o'clockthey call me russel simons how i sell that rockim in the hood and the new CL is hotgotta be 310, with a sprewells is stockim not sure if its v12 or not, im not into carsi just like to park em outside of drug seminarsi took shots like 50 doggthe 1 in the heart got me ready to die like biggie wasand if i ever see them niggas againjust rent me with a u-haul, and move my shit to the penim from Compton, they say im real sick with the penthrow Jay-z in the pot, mix em with renor O.J on the rocks, mix em with ginwhatchu got? the westcoast riding againbut this time aint gone be no beefingthe trucks got 6 stash spots, aint gone be no creepingcreep up on my passengers sideyou must be asking to dieempty the 44 mag in his thighsand hop out, and put the rest in your neckthen ride off to that bone thug shit on life after deathim on that tupac thug shit, ride to my deathin the hood with a M16 around my necklooking like Old Dogg of dead presidentsat the beginning of the movie, Comptons backthis the beginning of the movement, my dogs is strappedholla at my nigga X', where yonkers at?tell em i ruff ride threw manhattan on a harleyif you cant catch me now, be at the rich carltonafter that catch me chilling in Harleminside that Cam'ron pink Aston Martinblowing that sour diesle and listening to bob marleythen theres still a W, Diddy's throwing a partyim here with T-mac, aint no clapping me downone shot at the bar, aint no clapping me downyou know Fase got a gun homiei got a gun on me (shots)thats where im from homieso before all that crazy talkingbig legends 89 and this eazy talking
