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1st Round Draft Pick (con Warren G)
Twinz
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Straight soldier, don't make me have to show ya
Going, going, gone
You better raise up 'cause ain't no telling when it's on
Going, going, gone
You better raise up 'cause ain't no telling when it's on
Going, going, gone
You better raise up 'cause ain't no telling when it's on
Going, going, gone
You better raise up 'cause ain't no telling when it's on
Now I'm set, ready to peel a cap for a fast relief
Still got beef, fuck knocking, I'm busting out teeth
With the shell that's boss, now who lost?
Told you over and over that it would cost
Bringing a crisis to those who wanna act tough
Enough is enough, got your ass on cue when I caught your bluff
Ain't no pass or a freebie, you don't wanna see me
'Cause it's worser than hell straight from Long Beach
That waniac, an Eastside nigga with an attitude
Quicker than quick to bust a cap in a punk fool
Goddamn, it's only right from the hitman
You wouldn't understand the way I think of my game plan
Therefore, a nigga like you better slow your roll
Act like you know before I show the real deal
Still can kill up shit with the passion
Dangerous psychomaniac nigga when I'm blasting
Think not? Come try me and it's on for life
'Cause I'm causing shattered dreams as I kill your kids and your wife
Nigga, so back up off the soldier quick
'Cause I'm still going, motherfucker, the first-round draft pick
Going, going, gone
You better raise up 'cause ain't no telling when it's on
Going, going, gone
You better raise up 'cause ain't no telling when it's on
Goddamn, another murder on the Eastside
Six police cops plus an undercover G-ride
Yellow tape stretched out like the fucking freeway
Talking on the phone to this bitch on a three-way
She done got the scoop on the shit that done went down
It's a homicide, youngster wounded plus a dead cop
Niggas gon' be niggas, coming up is a must, G
Fucking with that bone and get that ass put to sleep, see
Because the hard times got us all on the jack
Move, be careful who you jack 'cause this nigga straight serving fool
Ain't nothing popping but some coochie and some popcorn
Who will be the next nigga that the loc is gonna have to wound?
It's a sad case, then life is fucked up
Set killing set, that's how the shit is summed up
Be careful where you go and certain places that you ride
'Cause right about now it's getting crucial on the Eastside
Going, going, gone
You better raise up 'cause ain't no telling when it's on
Going, going, gone
You better raise up 'cause ain't no telling when it's on
Waiting for the roll call to begin
You thought it would end but it's not
Still tearing 'em limb from limb
Gangsters stroll when I T-roll
Now to put a hole until I'm ready to unload and take a soul
Flashbacks of my younger days still got me phased
But like they say, nothing seems to amaze
'Cause you have to be a streetwise nigga to peep the game
Watch the aim 'cause the bullet don't carry a name
And it might be the cops who take a pop
At a young black nigga getting his props, don't doubt it
'Cause it's been done before, so here's a quiz
If you don't die, you go to court, your word against his
Fucked up, but that's the justice and the peace
The matter's in my hands, I know how to make it cease
Grab my reasons and keep 'em quiet
'Cause I know damn well that they don't wanna see another riot
Uncontrollable when I get it going
You push the button of a nigga that keeps it flowing daily
Can't stop, won't stop and I won't quit
Signing off, motherfuckers, from the first-round draft pick
Going, going, gone
You better raise up 'cause ain't no telling when it's on
Going, going, gone
You better raise up 'cause ain't no telling when it's on
Going, going, gone
You better raise up 'cause ain't no telling when it's on
Going, going, gone
You better raise up 'cause ain't no telling when it's on
Going, going, gone
You better raise up 'cause ain't no telling when it's on