(Chorus x2:)
It Aint Safe To Leave The House (Fuck Around Round Here)
These Niggas Quick To Air Ya Out (And Lay Ya Out Round Here)
You Run Your Mouth Niggas Will Put Ya (In The Ground Round Here)
One Time Dont Even Fuck Around (And Come Round Here)
(Dont Fuck Around Round Here)
(Verse 1:)
M L And 21st Where Niggas Worst
Quick To Put One In Ya First
Before They Search Your Pockets Get That China
And Where They Got Cha Thats Where They Gonna Find Ya
They Rollin Up That Nigga Thats The Real Shit
Or Being Slick Can Get U Caught Up Real Quick
Hold Up Homie, Dont Let This Money Blind Ya
Cause You Wont See Me Standin Right Behinda Ya
Then Its Times Up Thats How We Talkin If He Come From The Beach
Betta Watch These Niggas Out Here If They Come From The East
Dont Stop If Im Not Out Some Where So Niggas Can See
Cause They Dont Give A Fuck You Stuck If U Aint With Me
My City's A Beast
You Cant Walk Through The Beach Unless You Walk With A Piece
You Cant Talk To Police Cause Most Police Is Like Me
They Get That Chedda Like They Want It Take Your Shit In The Street
They Want That Paper Out Here
Enough To Come And Take Whats On Your Plate Out Here
Enough To Have Somebody Take Your Place Out Here
Fucking Around With Out Your Strap Sound Like A Bad Idea
(Chorus)
(Verse 2:)
This La County Nigga
If Yous A Bitch Then Get Ya Ass From Round Here Nigga
Before They Come For Bullets In Ya Brain
Cause In The Hood Aint Nothing Really Change
They Tryin To Get That Paper Just Like Uncle Sam
And Just Like Sam Niggas Just Dont Give A Damn
Their Mission Is To Leave Ya Ass In Pain
Cause They Dont Give A Fuck About A Thang
Its A Cold Game
Thats How They Talkin If They Walk On The West
Betta Watch Yo Self When Out There, Start Protectin Ya Chest
These Niggas Come From Nowhere Get To Takin Ya Shit
You Get Beat Outside The Set And Thats It Homie You're Stretched
This Shit Is A Mess
You Cant Walk In Them Streets Unless You Walk With Your Vest
You Cant Talk To Police Cause Most Police Aint Gon' Stress(?)
They Get That Chedda Like They Want It With They Foot In Ya Chest
They Want That Paper Out Here
Enough To Come And Take Whats On Your Plate Out Here
Enough To Have Somebody Take Your Place Out Here
Fucking Around With Out Your Strap Sound Like A Bad Idea
(Chorus)
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