shoot out, gettin hit by stray bullets nrb is the army, gang of muscle we control u need somethin, nrb can fill
the whole cause we dip in every part of entertainment build u from a nobody from the pavement to a somebody, everyone
knows ya name now u dabblin in every part of the game but dont get it twisted, we still got our, street cred walk
up on us, get shot, end up dead still G, clap niggaz without even thinkin in the club crazy hours, continue drinkin one
nigga gets thru ya vest, and pumps bullets in ya chest and u might not make it back, ya life's goin west compton style
yo, compton way same ole shit from back in Dr. Dre's day cause punk pussy's, dont like to see, u doing good they
talk shit, to try and show that, u no long hood but they got the wrong crew, G blood still in our vanes still ride so
deep, always usin car pool lanes still sell on the block, half price, sales sourin rock is so cheap, all ova the hood
its pourin we pollute the block with the drugs we sell but use the same money, fix the schools that fell new rap
block is the army, betta yet the navy battle rap u bitches, keep stackin bars all crazy its the same old story, our
rhymes given u chills u buy our cd and it gives u ya thrills blue and yellow purple pills, we give u stuff, u give us
money i think sometimes we come off a lil slutty
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