[Intro: Crooked I]
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Turn the lights out
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I'm with from the motherf*ckin top
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I'm with Tupac in this Bitch
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Capitol R shit, nigga aw shit
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It's the Row Mixx bitch
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Let 'em know, nigga
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[Verse 1: Tupac & Crooked I]
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Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
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Bomb the hoochies with precision
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My intensions' to get richer
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With the S-N- Double O-P, Dogg my motherf*ckin' homie
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Youse a cold ass nigga on them hoes
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And it goes
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I got both heaters cocked
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And I'm ready to ride
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Whoever's ready for beef
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Better be ready to hide
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75 shots for whoever survives
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Yeah, niggaz leave the scene, but never alive
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I'm in a cut-up-drop with a slut up top
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I got a come up plot, don't come up shot
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What up Pac?
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So now they got us laced
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Two multimillionaire motherf*ckers catchin' cases
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Bitches get ready for the throw down
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This shit's about to go down
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Aw, me and Snoop about to clown
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I'm losin' my religion, I'm vicious on these stool pigeons
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You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missin'
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Niggaz be actin' like they savage, they out to get the cabbage
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I got nothin' but love for my niggaz livin' lavish
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Yeah, we livin' lavish y'all
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Getting' cabbage is our habit y'all
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Before it's over, Ima have it all
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Have your broad in a camisole
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With the cameras on
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Countin' money while I ram it dog
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They been hatin' since they ran with the blue
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Let my enemies witness me in a new blue infinity coupe
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Sippin' Coke mixed with Hennessey too
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Whoever ain't a friend of me in this Industry
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Is finna be brew, yeah you
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Now follow as we ride
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Motherf*cker the rest, two of the best from the Westside
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And I can make you famous
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Niggaz been dyin' for years, so how can they blame us
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I live in fear of a felony
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I never stop bailin' these, motherf*ckin' G's
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If you got it better flaunt it
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Another warrant, two of Amerikaz most wanted
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[Hook: Crooked I]
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Westcoast, Tha Row mix nigga
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Ain't nothing but a gangsta party
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Nuthin' but a gangsta party
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It's Tha Row with the worldwide gangsta party
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[Verse 2: Tupac & Crooked I]
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Now give me fifty feet
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Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets
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And keep whatever's left of me
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Jealousy is misery and suffering is greef
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Better be prepared when you cowards f*ck with me
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I bust and flea, these niggaz must crazy what
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There ain't no mercy motherf*ckers who can fake the thugs
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You thought it was but it wasn't, now disappear
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Bow down in the presence of a Boss Playa
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Boss Playa
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Get the money and floss later
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We all paid us, scratch 'em out like a cross fader
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I'm Darth Vader, strapped like a violator
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Them Southern Cal Streets is wild as Al Qaeda
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Better watch it if you comin' to bang
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Ride first class here, leave under the plane
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You mislead, you better of tryin' to spread love
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Brand New West, I'm the head Thug
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They tell me not to roll with my glock
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So now I got a throw away
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Floatin' in a black Benz
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Tryin' to do a show a day
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They wonder how I live, with five shots
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Niggaz is hard to kill, on my block
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Schemes for currency and doe related
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Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it
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No answers to questions, I'm tryin' to get up on it
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My nigga Dogg and me, eternally the most wanted
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[Hook: Crooked I]
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Westcoast, Tha Row mix nigga
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Ain't nothing but a gangsta party
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Nuthin' but a gangsta party
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It's Tha Row with the worldwide gangsta party
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Yeah, D. Vegas, Crooked I, Makaveli
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Without them weak ass niggaz
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Capitol R niggaz
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Yeah Row In Peace
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