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“Think what you wanna, I keep one in the chamber” –> SCC’s Servin’ Em Heat

[BRONCOE]

Break it down or switch your blow, that’s how we run this shit

Light it up, take a hit - and give it up your click

You know for sure I’m smokin’ doja

My folks I thought I told ya

Twist my sack and give me over throw the Tec and ride with locsters

HAT GANG and ?? TOWN hoo-ridin’ in HOLMES STREET

FRANKLIN SQUARE, FUSHED TOWN, NEW HOLMES and FRONT STREET

AVENUE, BLUE GATE, BEACH TOWN, ‘7TH STREET

10-LINE, 11-DUECE, BABY LOCS and GRAPE STREET

99 MAFIA, P.J. WATTS

You get your props if you can ride, if you’se a Slob you get mobbed

It’s alright ??? cause it like props on my block

I run with locs that aint’t broke which y’all get smoked and ?throw lot?

I got 16 shots with extraclips in my side

If you’se a trick you get the ducksicc cause I’m cool in your cock

Shake the spot, fade your black, you back you trip and I’m sayin’

You claim my style ’cause you too wild this ain’t the time to parlay

[BRONCOE]

I’m servin’ sess in the daytime, chronic at night

I’m dumpin’ rounds around the car for all you folks on the block

I gotta sess in the daytime, chronic at night

All my job servin’ Slobs and blast that ass all night

[BRONCOE]

You can find me on the East/Side, rip ridin’ with the locsters

Swervin’ five deep with the heat hittin’ corners

Dippin’ on dubs and Golds on Thunderbirds and doja

My colors flag my rag and sack my khakis like a soldier

Stay suckers free, you only see me with my - G’s

I’m chokin’ off the smoke with loc Big Freeze

What’s up young Cuzz? Where you from? The Town

Where’s at? On the East/Side, 10-5 by the Jordan Downs

Twist to my camp, come to my hood and

I guarantee that the loc’ll gun you down when you stand

Off brand, other side better realize

Ain’t no surprise out of the East Side Rip Ridaz causin’ homicide

This is how we do it, check me out you don’t hear me

It’s do or die from day one, Compton and Watts can you feel?

My dick hard ??? down in the sperm

You grab your baby ?? and blast them bustas up outta there

[BRONCOE]

Servin’ sess in the daytime, chronic at night

You dump rocks around the car for all the folks on the block

Sex in the daytime, chronic at night

All my job servin’ Slobs and blast that ass on sight

[BRONCOE]

Always ready for the rumble, never stutter, never stumble

Wet him up, shut him up and watch his whole cookie crumble cuz

You loc ?? on the West Coast

?? low the YGB case in the raincoat

Fifty on your back ?? but flow is tragic

But who do the doo-doo with that all black magic

Grab the paper tell my loc

Murder folks with the do’

Double back up on my khakis, ready to strap you like I’m suppose to

The locster

I told ya, straight up out the Watts

From twenty-one-hundred, East Hun’ and ‘7 Street block

Real niggas gimme that cause I freak a fuckin’ track

I meet my brother from the Town it’s goin’ down and I stay strapped

And just all you know, that you fuckin’ with the loc

Twist down 10-5 and that’s for Young Broncoe

[BRONCOE]

I got sess in the daytime, chronic at night

Dumpin’ rocks around the car for all the folks on the block

Sex in the daytime, chronic at night

All my job servin’ Slobs and blast that ass on sight

I got sess in the daytime, chronic at night

See I’m Fudgin’ by the dozen F for death Crip for life

Sex in the daytime, chronic at night

All my job servin’ Slobs and blast that ass on sight

I got sess in the daytime, chronic at night

I dumps rocks around the car for all the folks on the block

Sex in the daytime, chronic at night

All my job servin’ Slobs and blast that ass on sight

I got sess in the daytime, chronic at night

See I’m Fudgin’ by the dozen and F for death Crip for life

Sex in the daytime, chronic at night

All my job servin’ Slobs and blast that ass on sight

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I wont ask you again if this is real cos I’m walking out that door,

I’ll leave,

Always behind the war I know, Cos decisions have never been my strong point,

But I don’t know what I want, Still the road is dark.

In all this time I’ve had, I’ve seen the face behind those eyes.

Is it starting again, In every town its the same (all these stories),

Runs like a clock and around we go like some twisted carnival ringmaster

pointing at me,

Telling me that I’ll never make it,

But how the hell would he know when he dresses like a tramp and looks like shit,

When alls been said and done, I’ll still be hear having no fun.

In all this time I’ve had, I’ve seen the face behind those eyes.

Oh tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.

So who’s idea was this? You know I don’t like really like the dark that much,

Its insane, the more, take the blame,

Admit defeat and swallow your pride, Take a ride to the dark side.

I don’t know what you say and I don’t mean to sound blasi.

In all this time I’ve had, I’ve seen the face behind those…

In all this time I’ve had, I’ve seen the face behind those eyes

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