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    I'm too gangsta for the streets, watch me when I creep
    I put five in your Jeep, leave a nigga sleep
    Now you six feet deep over bullshit
    Got a mac-10 mouth, ain't never pull shit
    The ghetto don't make G's, it mold niggaz, get down or lay down
    like Beanie Mac told niggaz or meet the fo'-fo' nigga
    I let them guns blow, nigga I'm a rider
    Thug Life 'til I die, Black Wall Street behind us
    I'm a "Menace II Society," fuck Caine and O-Dog
    I got the 'caine and the O's, dawg
    I'm gangsta like Hennessy and Alize, Thug Passion
    Ride or die 'til they kill me or put me in "Thugz Mansion"
    Gangbangin, this California lifestyle got me heated
    They want me buried, so I don't leave without the Desert Eagle
    Shoot first, ask questions on my way to county jail
    Kill a nigga over my chain cause I know I'ma make bail
    I'm troublesome

    [The Game]
    "If I Die Tonite" - "Bury Me a G" amongst rap legends
    Cause I spit bullets in rhymes, 16's and 9's
    I keep a vest and a weapon, my baby momma got me stressin
    Prayin on my knees every night askin God is there a heaven?
    So here is my confession to my unborn child
    Them five shots couldn't drop me, but I ain't take 'em and smile
    I lost a lot of my niggaz to gangbangin and digits
    One figure on the trigger dawg I live the life of a sinner
    These motherfuckers wanna see me doin life in the pen
    I'm a Outlaw, and the West coast is ridin again
    My competition is none, I'm on a mission with guns
    Starin death in the eyes, 20 niggaz deep when we ride
    My enemies is bitches, they plottin on my riches
    Can't walk in the streets without the paparazzi takin pictures
    Label me a made nigga, all the way from Compton to Boston
    These niggaz keep talkin I leave 'em dead in a coffin
    I'm troublesome

    [The Game]
    Money over bitches is my motto in the streets I'm known for catchin hollows
    Packin pistols and drinkin Belve and Grey Goose out the bottle
    No role models, only killers and fiends
    Witness my nigga strapped with gats and army fatigues
    If it's murder he wrote it, if I'm lyin let the XXL quote it
    And know that I'm strictly a rap poet
    Baptized in my own tears, chastized by my own peers
    I'm a product of my childhood years
    My mother told me I'm HOPELESS, my pops wasn't around
    One of the reasons why I'm clutchin the pound
    California dreamin, chronic smoke out the beamer
    One hand on the nina schemin got these hooptie bitches screamin
    They know that I'm celebrity, keep them cop killers in the clip
    And watch my back is what my niggaz keep tellin me
    21 years old, no felonies, so I ride with the Desert
    And pay homage to the hardest rap legend
    I'm troublesome

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