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Now I run the game got the whole world talkin’, King Kunta Everybody wanna cut the legs off him, (King) Kunta Black man taking no losses Bitch where you when I was walkin’?

You’se a off brand ass nigga, everybody know it, your homies know it, everybody fuckin’ know. Porcelain pipes pressure, bust ‘em twice Choice is devastated, decapitated the horseman Oh America, you bad bitch, I picked cotton that made you rich Now my dick ain’t free I got a bone to pick I don’t want you monkey mouth motherfuckers sittin’ in my throne again(Aye aye nigga whats happenin’ nigga, K-Dot back in the hood nigga)I’m mad (He mad), but I ain’t stressin’True friends, one question Bitch where you when I was walkin’?

”Nigga, and we hate po-po Wanna kill us dead in the street for sure Nigga, I’m at the preacher’s door My knees gettin’ weak and my gun might blow But we gon’ be alright What you want, you a house or a car40 acres and a mule, a piano, a guitar? Everythin’ is everythin’, it’s scandalous Slow motion for the ambulance, the project filled with cameras The LAPD gamblin’, scramblin’, football numbers slanderin’Niggas name on paper, you snitched all summer Streets don’t fail me now They tell me it’s a new gang in town From Compton to Congress Set trippin’ all around Ain’t nothin’ new but a flu of new Demo Crips and Re Bloodlicans Red state versus a blue state, which one you governin’?

)The yam brought it out of Richard Pryor Manipulated Bill Clinton with desires24/7, 365 days times two I was contemplatin’ gettin’ on stage just to go back to the hood, see my enemy and say…(You goat mouth mammy fucker)I was gonna kill a couple rappers but they did it to themselves Everybody’s suicidal, they don’t even need my help This shit is elementary, I’ll probably go to jail If I shoot at your identity and bounce to the left Stuck a flag in my city, everybody’s screamin’ “Compton”I should probably run for Mayor when I’m done, to be honest And I put that on my Mama and my baby boo too Twenty million walkin’ out the court buildin’, woo woo!

)Something’s in the water (Something’s in the water)And if I gotta brown nose for some gold Then I’d rather be a bum than a motherfuckin’ baller When you got the yams (What’s the yams?

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