The leader of n.w.a, nobody fucked wit' him, because he had his 9mm loader wit' his pack//
You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back
Smile on my face, tears of a sad clown
I be running around my town. till i run my town
Deranged just like a satanist, the ways that it betrays my wit
I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket
And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real
When you beefed wit' him, you see him around the block, you would go conceal//
Some love makin' and homecookin'i'll see ya laterit don't take alot to keep a nigga hard
No broke niggas in my circle we at the top , ill body yo ass and have choppa dropped
To the homie wit no discretion
The world should turn as soon as my records spin
My choppa strap too long
Heh, if the autotune's gone
Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute
I can do this music the way i do because im wit
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