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 In a matter of time, pullin out my pistols and bombs
Me and diggy gettin wiggy wet out of our minds (hey!)
 In a couple of days, switch it up a couple of ways
 In a matter of time, findin out so this world could be mine
 
 (Kurupt)
 I'ma crack the bolt, snatch all the money and coke
 I'm goin for broke pistols, poppin off from the doe
 I'm launchin 'em all, missiles in the swarm of the war
 Storm, now everybody on the motherf**kin floor
 In five seconds, 'bout to leave, five reasons why
 High on sky, 'bout to blast everythin inside
 
 (Chorus)
 I think I'm good at the (?), C-Walkin cha cha cha
 To the bang bang boogie, ha ha! (ha ha ha!)
 
 (Chorus)
 
 (Kurupt)
 Nigga we smokin on some bomb bomb, rollin wit my lights off
 Not givin a f**k nigga, Daz and Kurupt nigga
 Pistols in my right palm, just in case the war's on (yeah!)
 Over through the war zone, with calicos and the chrome
 
 (Daz) (Kurupt)
 What you forgot about the chucks, the khaks, the t-shirts
 The glocks, the dope spots, the curb, the herb
 Swangin, gang-bangin, O.G.'s, double fo's, six fo's
 Bitches and hoes, methodone, head up, scramble
 Ridin by high, wit the heaters bout to heat the sky
 I'm about to drop the bomb, nigga load the clip
 (The motherf**kin G's back up in this bitch)
 
 (Chorus) - 4X
 
 
		
		
	
 
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