Town Was Stankin’

[Intro]
Yeah, Low, what's up man?
What's happenin' dawg, shit
Nothin, man, just gettin' up out of that jizz-oint, happier than a motherfucker, dawg
Yeah man, you been gone since, what, '89?
Somewhere like that
Man, you, like, just in time, man. The town was stankin' like a motherfucker right after you left
What's goin' down in this motherfucker?

[Verse 1]
Two hundred ballin'-ass niggas at a picnic
Dice game on phat, nigga, fade me and I bet I hit
Seven, eleven, five, deuce, fo', tre
Once I lay my shot down, dice do what I say
I see some niggas' attitudes sparkin'
Some playa fired on another playa, now some shit is startin'
Nigga, run and get my strap
Nigga worried, none of that
I heard a old school balla pull a chop, cock it back
Niggas, spread it like a AIDS disease
Didn't nobody wanna feel these fuckin' T-2-3s
I never thought shit would get so personal
Got these white folks in our mix screamin' "federal"
Ti-zime, cuz I'm retaliatin'
Ain't no hesitation, took my nigga life in a fucked up situation

[Chorus]
Won't be no grindin', so, nigga, get up off the turf
All you see is Gs puttin' in dirty work
Twenty-four seven, rain, show, or shine
Both sides bringin' homicides
Won't be no grindin', so, nigga, get up off the turf
All you see is Gs puttin' in dirty work
Twenty-four seven, rain, show, or shine
Both sides bringin' homicides

[Verse 2]
I'm hurt from the shit that they did to my partna
Shot up my Impala, time to let the MAC-10 holla
It's goin' down on sight
Police don't wanna see what I've seen, once they do they ass get tight
And wanna back up off they beat
They see these million dollar streets that went from dope to bloody white sheets
Gangsta lettin' 'em hang
You gotta take some to give some, nigga, ain't nothin' strange
About this Oakland city life
Niggas live within, these thug niggas
Cuz ain't no motherfuckin' friends to begin with
The damage is done
So miss me with that bullshit, cuz here I come

[Chorus]
Won't be no grindin', so, nigga, get up off the turf
All you see is Gs puttin' in dirty work
Twenty-four seven, rain, show, or shine
Both sides bringin' homicides
Won't be no grindin', so, nigga, get up off the turf
All you see is Gs puttin' in dirty work
Twenty-four seven, rain, show, or shine
Both sides bringin' homicides

[Verse 3]
So, nigga, won't you let me know who wins this war
After all these dead bodies, niggas left sloppy
Where homicide laugh in a nigga's face
They love to see another dope slinger dead from a AK
What niggas need to do is hold court in the street
Let these police know they can't fuck with these
Ville niggas, Sobrante niggas, pullin' triggers
8-4, 8-5 (yeah), they pullin' triggers
7-7, Greenside (that's right), they pullin' triggers
7-7, Rudsdale (you know), they pullin' triggers
Funktown, Seminary, they pullin' triggers
Dirt Road, Brookfield (like that there), they pullin' triggers
9-6 mo' niggas (yeah), they pullin' triggers
Rollin' 20s, them niggas (yeah), they pullin' triggers
7-deuce, 7-1, they pullin' triggers
Westside, Acorn, they pullin' triggers
Ghosttown, Cypress, they pullin' triggers
Northside, Bushrod, niggas pullin' triggers
Fuck them punk police, nigga
Let's hold court in the street, nigga
Gangsta P, do or die, you know
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