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[Chorus] We just ride and get high, 'til the sun cracks the sky Keep that heat by my side, that's how gangsters get by Cause it's an eye for an eye, when I bust you that's fly My gun never been shy, that's how gangsters get by It's either ride or die...
[Verse 1: Xzibit] ... we just boogy, advance The rubber band stack thick in my pants Real gangsters make plots and plans and touch dirt Only prayin for the day when they can wash they hands Real gangsters leave nothin to chance at first glance If it ain't a sho' thing then you bet' not swing Real gangsters keep that Cutlass clean, keep the monsters mean And when you dump it drop it right at the scene Real gangsters got a gangsta lean You might not talk red, black, or blue but everybody talk green Glance to my left look over my right shoulder Livin life in my rearview, FUCK stayin sober Forget back I sit back and wait for the click-clack Real gangsters want real spit so I spit that Real gangsters don't even say it They just hit the trunk cock it and spray it Light up your Christmas! Yeah!
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[Verse 2: Xzibit] ... and don't slip up It's way too late when the bodybags zip up Real gangsters pray for they soul when they get up You live by the gun but you'll die by that hit up Watch that rig up, find yo'self in a box in a spot where the cops can't dig up Real gangsters ain't just thugs in bandanas Slugs and big cannons, drugs and big hammers Real gangsters open up ya minds and expand 'em Why was Tupac really spittin at the cameras? Cause real gangsters get no peace, they want us six feet deep or locked down in the belly of the beast Real gangsters make bread, rise like yeast Won't hesitate to put hot chrome to ya teeth So fuck beef! Real gangsters load heat When ya see 'em in the street better call the police, c'mon
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[Verse 3: Tone] ... syndrome is a fear that inner-city residents have of they own peers People in they own community usin a case where two blacks got smoked by one in '93 And ain't now nigga be the murder case Usin and servin survival shit as a defense plea In Cali big knot (knot) The judicial system out here'll have you level fo' 'til you rot It's because of the system we violence stricken Forced to frequent the zone when the reefer's driftin And it's hella drift cause in Southeast Danglewood Damn near, 30 years of Bloodin and Crippin And we inflicted with a disease mo' trip than an H-I-V Can't nuthin protect you from a hundred, drummer 2-2-3's You can call the police Wear a V-E-S-T but forget about safety
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