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on the track "all up in yo guts" he say
"nigga kill kill pedigree/
while u other niggaz is muts and scared of me/
i'm feelin like big suge/
turn tha industry into a hood/
start slappin niggaz hard/
turnin studio gangstas into stars/
check the resume/
niggaz think i just pushed up, but been here all day/
by the way/
wut happened to X in this fairytale?/
kill kill took him out, he died and went to hell/
plus his momma stay stressin, and took his booty in jail/
that boy aint never seen the gates of YTS/
he aint never put books in his shirt and wore it for a vest/
i'm a street nigga/
u a nigga told u to wear khakis and get braids nigga/
so when i see you i'm takin yo bling bling/
out yo pocket, yo watch yo chain, and yo earing, punk give me everything, give me everything"
"i hit that nigga Kam/
he on the phone actin like he aint knowin who i am/
nigga this Kill, Watts related/
punk dont be actin like that cuz u fakin badaay/
4-16, he wanted 25 but i offered him a G/
ooh u shoulda seen how quick he wuz to say "that wuznt me"/
but peep game u know my nigga geelee in tha Damu from Denver Lane, he wrote that song "woop woop"/
u shoulda seen Toucan Kam turn into a fruit loop/
did whole nother song for free/
but then u had the nerve to try and charge me/
u aint never banged on a block/
u aint never rocked up a rock/
and at the gun range the only time u shot the glock/
plus fool, u the only nigga i know got fucked by ice cube/
i used to like ure lil style, but brotha u made a nigga feel proud/
but wait, u faker then the crackaz that u hang"
"nigga i murder Xzibit on a track/
we already know 2 albums ago without dr. dre he's wack/
plus i denounce the fact that u gangsta/
cuz in LA the khakis, french-braids, and chucks r for gang bangaz/
u stay actin like its cool to be a Crip/
don't u know niggaz get they noodles knocked out they head over here if they slip/
set trip, fuck kam/
my niggaz'll tie em up and feed him ham/
u a fake muslim, a fake nigga/
yo own homiez u grew up with dont even fuck with yah/
anyway, wut part of Watts u from?/
before u start rappin, wut u done?/
the next time u see me, u got 10-tray seconds to run/
pull out yo gun, unless Solo fight for u, cuz u dont want none/
plus u likin the ass, see through like glass/
i'm acceptin small donations, for a pass"
"nigga kill kill pedigree/
while u other niggaz is muts and scared of me/
i'm feelin like big suge/
turn tha industry into a hood/
start slappin niggaz hard/
turnin studio gangstas into stars/
check the resume/
niggaz think i just pushed up, but been here all day/
by the way/
wut happened to X in this fairytale?/
kill kill took him out, he died and went to hell/
plus his momma stay stressin, and took his booty in jail/
that boy aint never seen the gates of YTS/
he aint never put books in his shirt and wore it for a vest/
i'm a street nigga/
u a nigga told u to wear khakis and get braids nigga/
so when i see you i'm takin yo bling bling/
out yo pocket, yo watch yo chain, and yo earing, punk give me everything, give me everything"
"i hit that nigga Kam/
he on the phone actin like he aint knowin who i am/
nigga this Kill, Watts related/
punk dont be actin like that cuz u fakin badaay/
4-16, he wanted 25 but i offered him a G/
ooh u shoulda seen how quick he wuz to say "that wuznt me"/
but peep game u know my nigga geelee in tha Damu from Denver Lane, he wrote that song "woop woop"/
u shoulda seen Toucan Kam turn into a fruit loop/
did whole nother song for free/
but then u had the nerve to try and charge me/
u aint never banged on a block/
u aint never rocked up a rock/
and at the gun range the only time u shot the glock/
plus fool, u the only nigga i know got fucked by ice cube/
i used to like ure lil style, but brotha u made a nigga feel proud/
but wait, u faker then the crackaz that u hang"
"nigga i murder Xzibit on a track/
we already know 2 albums ago without dr. dre he's wack/
plus i denounce the fact that u gangsta/
cuz in LA the khakis, french-braids, and chucks r for gang bangaz/
u stay actin like its cool to be a Crip/
don't u know niggaz get they noodles knocked out they head over here if they slip/
set trip, fuck kam/
my niggaz'll tie em up and feed him ham/
u a fake muslim, a fake nigga/
yo own homiez u grew up with dont even fuck with yah/
anyway, wut part of Watts u from?/
before u start rappin, wut u done?/
the next time u see me, u got 10-tray seconds to run/
pull out yo gun, unless Solo fight for u, cuz u dont want none/
plus u likin the ass, see through like glass/
i'm acceptin small donations, for a pass"
