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[Intro: Tech N9ne] You got the shit? (Hm-mm) Where it's at then? (Mm-mm) Nigga fuck you! (Gunshots) Ahhh! Ahhhhhh! Bitch ass nigga [Verse 1: The Game] I open my mouth and what comes out is dangerous angel dust Mix it up with cocaine and just kill yourself in Los Angeles Niggas lost and jealous, couple tossed umbrellas Too hot and plus 45's is cocked, blazing 'til we in clouds with Pac Not to mention these federal penitentiaries Locking all of my niggas up, giving 'em half a century So the day they get out with Alzheimer's, they won't remember me And everything they did before 20 is faded memories [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] Hated enemies ready to finish me Government wanna limit these men with G's Spin 'em, put 'em in a key Then it's me beginning this chemistry I am tangled cause living, it's got a man strangled It's fandagled, hand me a plan from a damn angel [Verse 3: Angel Davanport] Angels in my city get it gritty, rioting off Henny In clubs they act fast, packing, they gats got plenty When you in my streets, better open your fucking eyes Niggas in front wanna take you down, in back wanna break your spine [Verse 4: The Game] Stain inside broken glass, and to forget it all We grab a bitch and poke her fast, walk her out holding ass Anything for that Lambo, in years of holding cash Spend it on a couple strippers and forget to hold the gas [Verse 5: Tech N9ne] Gas is high, but it ain't like me, I'm past the sky You'd ask us why, we emotional and have to cry Cause the cash is my way that I'm gonna last or die But when they classify me as bad in the masses' eye Dare [Verse 6: Angel Davanport] Dare you to go through all this sickness Need a minute, come to my senses On block they pose, throw 'em to the dogs Pitbulls then they place all bets in Often I cop, often I fight bitches Launder they thoughts, launder them leave stitches Street vicious micro missions Still play the game with the end in a vision Might [Verse 7: The Game, Tech N9ne, Angel Davanport & The Game] Give a bum a holla, toss 'em a couple dollas Hit the window with them wipers but forget your babies diapers And that's the reason why we forever minority Hatred for all authorities, fucking up our priorities
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