| Here it comes fool, I play the game where it’s no rules
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| Homies on the cut call me Joe, cause I’m so cool
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| Quick to get 'em up with a nigga, I ain’t dodgin' em
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| Win, lose, or draw in the hood, I’m squabbin' em
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| Representin' the Park since I’m living here
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| Walkin' through the hood from another set, give it here
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| And after the jackin', you still want more, heh
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| Fuck your posse, it’s time for the coroner
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| Don’t fuck with the Park niggas swarm
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| More niggas found dead in my hood than in Vietnam
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| Rollin' seven deep to a car
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| Quick to take that ass to war, yo
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| It ain’t no sleep being lost
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| Cause territorial rights are being enforced
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| So when you’re rollin' up Holloway, floor it
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| And if a nigga flags you down keep going
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| Don’t stop and sell your soul
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| You’ll fuck around and get your ass P.D. |
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| The last album passed gold
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| And you wanna know the meaning of P.D. |
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| Well I’mma break it down for you real clean
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| In other words getting blasted
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| Shootin' at a bastard, to see if he can last it
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| 9 times out of 10 he can’t
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| That’s just one more nigga in the paint
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| You see, when I go to work
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| I hit a muthafucka where it hurts
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| Starting off at his home site
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| And fuck up a nigga’s whole night
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| You out of there, just like that there
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| For jumping in the ring with a bear
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| It’s easily executed
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| Put the pistol to the head, cock the hammer back and shoot it
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| You can’t get it no cleaner
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| Make a hit, break quick to the Beamer
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| Head south, take us to the hole
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| And don’t be no fool and get your ass P.D. |
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| My own hood is confusing me
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| Shit just ain’t what it used to be
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| I’m stepping back on my old block
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| The finest bitch in the hood smoking crack rock
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| Even the niggas I was raised with
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| Are walking around in a daze and shit
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| Man: «Say now, can I get a dollar for a cold one?»
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| And got his hands out like I owe him
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| But I don’t owe dat nigga
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| I was growing in the hood until I got bigger
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| I hollered at my boys in the game
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| And only a couple of em changed
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| Peace to Q-Dog, Cool Coin, and Old Mack
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| And all the rest of my boys down with Ak
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| The rest ain’t about jack
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| But I still love the hood, so it ain’t about that
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| It’s all about being down with it
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| Shit, to be got, you gotta go out and get it
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| Like my nigga doing time in the trunks
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| Now that was a down muthafucka
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| A couple of keys, my nigga stole 'em
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| Straight up fucking P.D. |
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| So lay it down in the dirt
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| Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt
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| That’s how it is, and always will be
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| I had to have it, even if it killed me
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| The sight of losing didn’t thrill me
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| So I had to go and steal G
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| Just to make a quick one
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| And I adidn’t give a fuck who fell short to be a victim
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| You or your family Bro'
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| Your ass out of line, your ass got P.D. |
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