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I hop in my ride, Chill out, the music is bumpin

Saw my OG’s on the street corner

these are my niggaz, and hell no they ain’t no foreigners.

The P warriors is the name of my click

these bitchez don’t fuck wit my shit cuz

Gangsta rap is this white boy thing, fuckin

bigger and fatter than that bitch Biggie.Cuz

big ass bitchez, of the damn Northwest

Representin’ Seattle, so get your nutsack

away from my city, cuz I’m hardcore- ya see

my gat is cocked and I’ll make you more than bleed.Bitch.

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All the damn bitchez, in all of Seattle,

Rainer Ave. to Northgate Mall.

Need to recognize who their handlin’,

cuz its chain who’s holding the gat. ya know.

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My gats tough, blast you in the ass,

and if you stepping up, ya better recognize.

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I’m tough as hell.I pack a power punch.

All the bitchez want to take me to lunch, cuz

I am a playa, always hella smooth as shit.

All the bitchez say chain is da man.Fuck it.

My man nasty p.The other day, he bought a gat.

He drove his car, scratchin his nutsack.

He was sick of this east coast/west coast thing,

so he took his gat and ass capped Biggie.

He’s a big G to all his homiez in Seattle.

All these bitchez want to bust a cap,

we’ll start a battle.

So don’t be late, when he invites you somewhere

cause the bitch will tair out you damn pube hair.

One day some niggaz thought they’d bust him in the nuts.

They pulled their gats, p said “shucks”.

I saw this and said “Yo hoez.Wzup!!??”

You better recognize, so I busted shit up.

I love to kill, dropping hoez is a thrill

and if from the kill, I make dolla billz,

then it was all well worth, I’m an assassin,

All you bitchez should get blasted.

I’m a gangsta, thug life for real,

Wallet growin fatta, wit dolla dolla bills.

Strictly realistic, in the hood we kick it.

All my homiez call me Chain da wicked.

My homie P is a thug and a half,

so step off of his tough ass.

Cuz he’s the man you want to drop,

Try it, HONKY BITCH, you’ll get clocked!

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[PRE CHORUS]

[CHORUS]

[NASTY]

My homie G Chain is right,

I hate people that are white.

So let me kick it one time.

A big shout out goes to my ghetto boyz

Charlie, 12, K9, s-dogg, lp, the toughman contest,

the wolfpack, and all my homiez.Oh well,

The 1993 Crew is in da house, bitch.

We out.G Funk.

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Where the freaks go

Somewhere way down low

Yeah I wanna be wasted

Burnt down

Where the wick burns brightly

Goodbye my friend

You’ll never be down again

Goodbye my friend Yeah

You’ll never be down again

Yeah I used to wonder why

You wanted to live and die every day

Yeah you couldn’t be

The bright winged butterfly

Black wings on a black sky

Chorus

And I wonder

Oh why Oh why

Yeah (Oh why)

Oh why

What I forgave put my ass on the line

Lies came to life that truly blew my mind

I trusted you

I paid hell to get through (x4)

Goodbye my friend

You’ll never be down again

Goodbye my friend

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donde esta el ruido de el viento

trata de hablarme de ti

de donde ya escapo la primavera

como para recordarme

que tu y no estas aqui

Sola sigo pisando el asfalto

rumbo de la indiferencia

donde te alejo de mi

Y paso a paso y entre tanta gente

sigue golpeando mi mente

que tambien viaja sola

en este mundo gris

Ay coraza3n

ya no vas donde voy

si no es que te pido tanto

acompaa1ame a seguir

Y no es que sufra

y no es que sin ti muera

porque no hay luz ni pena

cuando no se siente amor

Vuelve a sacarme de esta nostalgia

quiero sentir nuevamnente

lo que es transitar la vida con amor

Sola sigo pisando el asfalto

rumbo de la indiferencia

donde te alejo de mi

y paso a paso y entre tanta

gente

sigue golpeando mi mente

que tambien viaja

sola en este mundo gris

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