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1 for the money, 2 for the streets 3 for the niggas with the gangsta-ass beats A .45, cause I'm up to no good 6 plus 4 plus 1 for the hood Steppin outside in my fresh K Swiss Khakis on crizzack, t-shirt on thick Jumped in my ride, and I'm leanin to the side An hour rollin west on the 105 Got off on Crenshaw, here to conjure the 20th Bumpin the oldies, lookin for the muthafuckin homies Cause it's the weekend, ain't no sleepin Hoodrats and dub sacks is what I'm seekin Moved out the hood a couple of years ago But still I can't let it go Like bomb cock, it's got me comin back for moNigga, my neighborhood, a&k&a the Asphalt Killing Fields I can't stay I just can't stay away Now as I cruise by the park, niggas hit me up And since I'm true to mine, nigga, I'm givin it back up Shit, I gives a fuck, nigga, this is straight

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